RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
When a bough breaks the world will fall apart, leaving nothing in it's stead.
Memories will fall and fade away, there will be no direction or placating truths to find this time.
Trapped in a cavern, no way out except with someone's help.
No one is there to reach out to or climb up a ledge.
Death has permeated everything and all light has burnt out.
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