Lonely Forest
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Shredding the facets of empty pockets, giving me no peace or truth
to contend with.
Treating self to adjacent positions, altering everything that's been
given posthumously.
Starting over again each and every moment after your leaving me alone
in a forest of loneliness, taking away the peace I felt for just a
moment in time.
Regretfully, moving away from all that I know and love to give you
your space.
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