Time of anticipation is turning me,
around.
When the apple on the tree is falling,
words,
into nothing on the page.
The anticipation, of a life I'm living,
I can do what ever I want to do,
the anticipation! anticipation! anticipation! anticipation! anticipation! anticipation! anticipation! anticipation! anticipation! anticipation!
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