Waiting Solo
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Tranquility of night is upon my head, burrowed severely
in life, fearful of an abandoning neglect given by
others.
Unrelentingly sorrowful, sitting alone in a park,
satisfied that life is a solo, waiting for it's death.
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