How much longer?

Still, as I'm placed gently, carefully, so I may not spill over, 

Dial me up to medium to simmer the symposium that's eager, 

Waiting patiently for my bubbles to burst, to stimulate my undying thirst.

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lifetransformationpatiencepoemshort poem

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