A dead end opening

A dead end opening

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Maybe, the space
between reality
and illusion
was the dream
and the night
was a piece
of realty
in which we lived
the dream.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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did we?
yes, I think we did.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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