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aM i DiStUrBeD?
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Waiting.
Feeling that forever is at my finger-tips.
The candle of evermore burns in my sight.
From the cup of eternity, delicate sips.
Waiting.
Longing for your face to appear before me.
The twang of your voice coating my soul.
Sailing through your mind, turbulent sea.
Waiting.
Suspense holding me up, owning my form.
Mind belongs to numbness, submitting.
Tossing, drowning in the stifling air.
Waiting.
Catch myself before I fall,
Endless drifting into my mind.
Fate alluding until it knows I have nothing left.
Waiting.
Capturing the fundamental nature,
Turning it to what it feels is necessary.
Integrating with my brittle heart.
Waiting.
Finding that I no longer know anything.
Blindness encompassed within this deaf man’s ears.
Heart beat voicing the words of the dumb.
Waiting.
Silence overcomes my tired body.
Creeping into my soul’s every whisper.
Pronouncing the linger was life’s answer to death.
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