Inner Storm
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Stepping into the rain of an inner storm, following paths
of sorrow and abandonment.
Always going down beaten pathways of an outdoor dominance
in the atmosphere.
Raining and commencing to end the abandonment of another
hurdle of strangulated voices in a sanguine disposition,
left alone in corridors of time.
Silently crying as the storm flows over this turmoil, being
interjected from another lifetime.
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