Perfect Space
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Fiddling, playing a violin in my imagination with preciseness and perfect pitch.
Allowing it's strident sounds to match the feelings of abandonment and loneliness, as my heart and soul cry silently within their tones and harmony.
Playing so no one else can hear, because I'm in the perfect space reserved for me alone.
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