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{May 15, 2013}   Waiting For The Always

alonee
there isn’t much
i can’t imagine
it’s a little more difficult though
to will my thoughts into being
hard as i try
you still wake up each morning over there
while i remain here
cold and scarred on the inside
yet still i burn
scorched from the thought of you
together we’re perfection
and in a perfect world we share it all
but what we want is incidental
much to my chagrin
we’ve both learned to put ourselves last
drones bringing it all home for the queen
still we buzz in perfect harmony
patient as turtles
moving slow and pulling into our shells
protecting ourselves till the dust settles

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