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Superficial eternal visions; Of the perils things to come; Rendered dreams of garish things; Beings that are not real, but drones; And I find happiness; Of those mares unknown amazing dreams; Come across my eyes morbid but real; These are the macob realms; These are those amazing things; These that's the fiendish dreams; Trapped in my subcontinents…
7/14/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

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