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Aug 2019
Yes, you can call me
Yes, I know well it’s late
I’ve stayed up just incase

Spent my whole life waiting
On something, on someone
Drop a plan, ignore a need
Set aside time for you

I sit staring at a clock
It’s ticks align with my breath
Each exhale is a moment closer
Until you might beckon

A life built on waiting
To love something smaller
A life made for waning
To love and to falter
from earlier this summer
Émile
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Émile  19/Non-binary/Texas
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