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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

waiting

I hate this feeling
of anticipating, waiting
for me hear
a text of someone dear
Why am I even bothering
when I know its nothing,
just a sick thought
even an illusion,
perhaps hallucination
that they will think of me.
In this sad, musky night
it will be me and my labor.
As I anticipate, as I wait.
Finally....
A text.
...from someone else.

Maria Francia Posted At 10:21:00 AM

 



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