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Inner World

Inner World

Four square tiles, wandering spaces, shapes of faces, coffee groups of three and five talking heads saying

something.

A lonely person sits and dreams her lonely dreams outside the world inside her.

Couples grasping meaning wrapped ‘round shoulders in stages of adulation, their voices echo hands held in wonder, eyes roused with affection, drawn to secret dreams, the face of life’s intent.

While store front neon lights
surrender to

the cause …

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