By Mark A. Leon I sit alone in every possible way wondering why I am alive I breathe, I bite, I fight, I feel no plight I… Read more “Virtual Reality Controlled by the Ghosts of Actual Reality – Original Poem”
By Mark A. Leon I sit alone in every possible way wondering why I am alive I breathe, I bite, I fight, I feel no plight I… Read more “Virtual Reality Controlled by the Ghosts of Actual Reality – Original Poem”