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Antisipation's wait.

I dream of a love who is
waiting.
I dream of our souls finally becoming one,
mingling and lingering in each others eyes,
open and vacant,
waiting
to be filled with the salty ocean tears
of the passion at last fulfilled.
I dream always and long to be no longer just
waiting.
I write the meaningless poetry, the empty prose.
I audition the placid smile and
lurk behind the soul's closed doors
waiting
for the passion, for the lust, for the love.
Love's key that unlocks the doors so i can be
waiting

no longer.


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Written February 23rd, 2005

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  • Faery of death
    February 23, 2005
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    Amazing witch baby bat Amazing