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RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Remaining A Mystery


Playing incessantly in blocks of time, building my own little world of fiery imagination as I hide from a world of people who do nothing but hurt and maim to the very core of my being.
Solidly standing alone, not allowing anyone to get close or know me.
Remaining a mystery to everyone, I write myself out so one day when I'm finally gone they'll get to know who I was.
When it's too late to personally talk with me, finding I would've made the very best of friends.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
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This poem was written in September,2012.

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