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Jul 2016
Morning comes and turn to night.


I
Haven't
Seen
You
Since
The
Fight.

I'm waiting for you to come once more

To come
And knock
At the door.


I'm waiting for morning to turn to night

Without
                                                      A
                                             Knock
     At
                                          The
                Door
                                                 Or
    You
                                In
        Sight.
I don't know who I'm waiting for
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