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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Expectant

Eyes consider me, wide
waiting for…
what?
What are you waiting for?
This tongue doesn’t spit epiphanies;
this well fills pens;
this tongue is dry.
at 10:20 PM
Labels: short poem

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