Avenues Of Visions
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Sanguine roses, dripping in mind with the blood of
their thorns as they puncture inner thoughts with
their exasperating attitudes.
Lying in rows of expectancy, hoping to find the way
through turmoil exacted upon them in life.
Following avenues of visions, being led into dimensional
depths of nepotism's blindness by people, ignorant of
the grief they are causing.
Sanguine roses, dripping in this mind, flowing out onto
the ground of demise.
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