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the buzz

I am waiting,
softly the gods watch,
the flies circle, hiss your expectation,
I hear the whipper snipper,
the beating of the sun makes me sweat,
I can not wait for the time to move on,
and take the buzz out of death from the air.
Written by wombat-pentagram (Noel)
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