Posted by: John | October 2, 2016

Figments

Figments like floaters drift across my open mind.
There has to be a reason of some kind,
something worthy to find.

Posted in Poetry

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  1. 4healthywomen's avatar

    There is…always.

    By: 4healthywomen on October 2, 2016
    at 8:30 pm

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  2. 4healthywomen's avatar

    Reblogged this on womenshealthwordpresscom.

    By: 4healthywomen on October 2, 2016
    at 8:31 pm

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