Speculative Formulas
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Staring into starlit skies, wondering if I'll ever be able to travel to their spaces.
Thoughtful interludes creep into my mind as I figure out how I can move about without oxygen or gravity.
Speculation abounds as I think of many ideas to get around stanzas of musical interludes.
Formulas fit around rhythm as I continue to flow onward, taking thoughts on journeys throughout outer spaces, set in philanthropic mind-sets for an eternity.
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