Sliding Across My Soul
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Sitting nowhere, contemplating nothing I can see, hoping to be energized by mindful puzzles decorating photographic screens.
Daring me to put them together as I witheringly fall into myself, dying from physical ailments, taking me to another plain.
Far away, skating the skyways of my heart as I slide across my soul in feverish poetical styles.
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