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Saturday, 25 July 2020

Memo

My dreams are illusions,
A figment of imagination,
A subconscious thought generated out of nowhere,
Deluded and tricked by an oasis in my mind,
How can this be I question myself ?
Is it deja vu or sorcery,
A picture imprinted and stored in the depths of my mind vault,
Projected......
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