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A Solo Voice

In a bubble, a life self-contained, separate from reality. Enclosed, self-oriented. centred upon ourself.. with our thoughts our feelings our desires: Remote ,alone with oneself. Preserved yes.. in formaldehyde.. dead before.. our time

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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