i’ll be waiting in this forsaken hearth where there is no more fire left to give me warmth. i’ll wait until the sun rises or until it sets. i’ll wait until the rain stops or until it pours more. i’ll wait until it’s noon or until it’s already four. i’ll wait until you come back or until I lose myself in this cold, cold night. oh, beloved — salvage me tonight; or else, I’ll fall apart.
i am fond of using anaphora. it’s one of my favorites.