Interior Messages
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Figuratively listening to messages careening from
darkened skies, falling into an interior living
room to quietly fall asleep til the morrow.
Sandwiched tightly will we sleep, gently covering
our fragile heads, cuddled in a corner of someone
else's bed?
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