Wait for the one who is waited for
May the wait of the one who waits be fulfilled
I am not structured in such a way as to be able to hold on for much longer
Under the apparent calm
A deafening din< br/>Loud and confused dissonances
Disconnected, breathless harmonies
Slight ripples at the edges
I have given my pain the shape of overused words
That I promise myself never to pronounce again< br/>Relentless food chain
Quiet pauses for digestion
Mute intransigence
Rabid devotions
I have given my pain the form of overused words
Which I promise not to never say it again
I gave my pain the form of overused words
Letting go of waiting and returns
I opened my eyes from the rippled edges
I saw the blue dawn< br/>

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