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Aug 2016
The day I waited
I woke from a terrifying dream
I lye there awake
Waiting
For the alarm to ring
I wait to leave
I've got nothing to do
I wait for a train
For a bus
I wait for the people
They never show up
I wait again and again
No one comes
Then I wait again
For a train
It's cancelled
The next one too
I wait for a cab
I nervously await showing him
The shortcuts
Cut short is our conversation
By each intervention
My directions
They stir up a deeply anxious feeling
I wait for the washing
I wait for the line
I wait for the dishes
All slowly drying
I wait for the bus
I wait at the bar
I await a time to talk
They are scarce
Too few
To far between
My mind freezes
I'm too scared
I can't intervene
Oliver Onley
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Oliver Onley
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   Illya Oz and Ahmad Cox
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