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Jun 2016
i'm suffocated by loneliness
while waiting for an assumed
arrival
hope is always high
until the hours fade
and darkness is all around
by the wee springing
of morning light
i know the wait is over.
susan
Written by
susan  chicago
(chicago)   
299
   --- and its gonna make sense
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