Interior Sadness
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Sitting in an interior desolution, looking about,
focusing on nothing important.
Feeling around inside, searching for peace or
tranquility, finding none while sitting on the
verge of eternity.
Copulating thoughts and processes while inter-
changing forms of feelings.
Bending backwards through a mind's hallways,
unable to find any sort of refuge there.
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