RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sliding around bowls of ice, leaning, sliding, hoping to express some particle of silent anger, move it outside of me once and for all.
Fulfilling inner desires with make-believe people, arranging their egos to coincide with mine so I won't feel so lonely and abandoned in this world that has always shut me out.
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