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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.
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