Poetical Substance
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Collapsing tiredly on edges of night as bedtime falls, taking me gently into a peaceful sleep of unknowingness.
Tracing patterns of unconsciousness into prayers of poetical substance, allowing for vast spaces of time to be filled with an essence of beauty.
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