(virginia, usa)

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Waiting For My Call But Deaf

i know you're watching crystal ball
with eyes close clinching your fist
pictures coming out of you, so clear
you miss me but for a moment unsure
so i waited for so many empty nights
shooting arrows in darkness flights

sometimes i laugh talking to myself
until i fall asleep and there's no elf
nor hooves overhead knocking on ceiling
just aircon doing its normal whining
so many times i look at clock above me
it looks like it never move like you

Submitted: Thursday, June 28, 2012
Edited: Friday, June 29, 2012


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