RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Echoes of loneliness fall upon my ears, tearing deeply into my being, grabbing my heart and tearing it out.
Life simply cannot begin to tolerate the deftness of solitary confinement.
Sent into your innermost self - betrayed by a friend.
Left standing alone - forlorn and forgotten - in the dung heap of so-called life.
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