Vacant Spaces Of Thought
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Songs being sung by a voice continually flattening out the sound of notes, others trying to drown him out, but still he keeps on going.
Mounting his steed of music as he wind into vacant spaces of another thought process, being left in a spacious room with death playing and singing those flat notes always.
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