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Thursday, I sit and wait. I sit in a sea of people, listening to songs, twisted and deformed. I sit and wait. I pull my fingers to my palm. I sit and wait. I make quick glances, I tap my foot against the wood. I sit and wait. The lights grow dim. There you are, I feel the warmth, of just the sight of you. I am and You are.
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
No. 8
Thursday, I sit and wait. I sit in a sea of people, listening to songs, twisted and deformed. I sit and wait. I pull my fingers to my palm. I sit and wait. I make quick glances, I tap my foot against the wood. I sit and wait. The lights grow dim. There you are, I feel the warmth, of just the sight of you. I am and You are.
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leara-juarnoct
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
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