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I Can't
All is peaceful and still and then, in the back of my mind
It begins.
It travels like a wave, slipping silent over my head and
Around my heart where it stays and waits.
But for what does it wait and for how long will its
Patience last before it leaves me for good?
In spite of these uncertainties and my fear of its leaving again,
I still welcome its coming.
...
Monday 6th June 2016 5:15 pm
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