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Anticipation, a frozen breath upon the wind. Endings beginning where beginning's end. I am captured in waiting. Time marches on trading all of our nows for laters. Deliberate and debate, I delay. I am captured in waiting. Vacant visage I sleep away seeking morning’s light. The next day and still the next, always. I am captured in waiting. I am still in waiting. I am in waiting. I am waiting. I’m waiting. Waiting. Wait.
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
Waiting Game
Anticipation, a frozen breath upon the wind. Endings beginning where beginning's end. I am captured in waiting. Time marches on trading all of our nows for laters. Deliberate and debate, I delay. I am captured in waiting. Vacant visage I sleep away seeking morning’s light. The next day and still the next, always. I am captured in waiting. I am still in waiting. I am in waiting. I am waiting. I’m waiting. Waiting. Wait.
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
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