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Waiting

She keeps her fists in pockets
shy of blood-crusted cuticles; a
shameful mark of her
lost faith.

He speaks slowly, she begs
him to rethink his testament;
these words wonít land on her hazy heart.
Reading his metered movements, she

feels her body fold
to the floor.
ursa
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