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Mar 2015
The film just ended
and I am faithfully here,
waiting.

Independently of my dependence on you
and that now
I am not concerned about my concerns,
I wait, for your message

because I have sacrificed quite a bit
for such an uncertain reward as your love might be
โ€”I almost wrote lofeโ€”,
and waiting for a reply is a bit quieter.

I'm sure you must be busy,
I am busy too,
thinking 'bout you,
waiting
like I have been for months I guess,
till you realised that
I am not the only one in need of the other.

During this wandering,
'Have you answered?'
that's my ocassional wondering,
but I check, and you haven't.
Doesn't matter. I just wanted to write
while I wait. Somewhat patiently.
(Laughs)

However, it is close to 01:30, thus,
as said my role, Demetrius,
in our adaptation or version:
"I'm tired. I think I'll get some rest."
This poem is a bit like Every Breath You Take, it can be seen as creepy. If You are reading this please don't get me wrong :P I find it quite poetic, not obsessive or whatever.
Miguel Serrano
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Miguel Serrano
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   NV, Arlo Disarray and Cecil Miller
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