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In Waiting
Most days I feel alone
and wait for your attention.
Soft spoken in my pleading
blue eyes will tell my tale.
I slow my anxious heartbeat
with hope I might die sooner.
and wait for your attention.
Soft spoken in my pleading
blue eyes will tell my tale.
I slow my anxious heartbeat
with hope I might die sooner.
Published 8th Jun 2017
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10th Jun 2017 11:57am
there is a fading when romance doesn't blossom
but a revival in the hope of other loves on the horizon...
but a revival in the hope of other loves on the horizon...
