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Thursday, August 1, 2019
THE WAIT OF IT ALL
‘It’s the wait that kills me’ he said
And it’s as if, I’m in, over my head
And, it isn’t a fear? or anticipation?
No, as if, I’m left behind at the station.
Trish 2019T
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