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Apr 2015
Staring at a blank page.
Waiting for you to say something.
But the silence is  deafening.
The waiting is a murderer.
Waiting for its victim.
My heart is like an innocent prey.
Hope is now a deathly sickness.
Waiting for its cure.
I'm nothing but a foolish lover.
Who believes you will come soon.
But I can't wait forever.
J Valle
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