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A uniformity in expectance, A subconscious wait. My mind knows it's coming Like some kind of date. Her words, Be they good or bad, Are expected, If only a tad. 2 AM, My body wakes It's so ******* late Will it come? I wait.
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
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A uniformity in expectance, A subconscious wait. My mind knows it's coming Like some kind of date. Her words, Be they good or bad, Are expected, If only a tad. 2 AM, My body wakes It's so ******* late Will it come? I wait.
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
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