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Jan 2016
A terrible ache grows firm in my side,
creating a home within my desires.
When? Just tell me when.

Wait

Four seasons blending into one another,
prolonging answers.
Hunger for clouds that have never poured rain.
Slowly driving yourself insane.
Now?

Wait

But how?
Slow my heart, and calm my mind,
and try to leave no moment behind.

Simply wait

A slow crawl on hands and knees,
26.2 miles with no break, no wheels,
Searching for a quick escape.

*Wait
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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   Samuel Hesed
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