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Aug 2015
Waste my time.
Wait twelve seconds.
Wait with me.
Bringing to tables what they've feared.
Emerge from the shade.
Slivers I squeezed into.
It's a wonder I wait so long to enter.
In the tomb I stain my eyes, collecting truth.
Three hours, a sunrise for us.
Two more and this moment will mean something.
A tear of mine before, your torrent secured with the final push.
Do you see yourself near the fire?
See yourself near their backs.
Breathe in and cut out all this Earth.
I could know where you've prospered.
Receipts sit in a monastery trash bin.
Tragedy
Robert Carroll Spear
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