I was
Sitting
Among
Shadows.
Waiting
For the
Light.
I was
Looking
At the
Ferns.
Waiting
For apple
Blossom.
I was
Stuck in
A peplum
Dress.
Waiting
For my
Blue jeans.
I was
Listening
To the
Silence.
Waiting
For it
To shout.
I was
Holding
Fifteen
Corpses.
Waiting
For them
To arise.
I was
Kissing
Page
Forty.
Waiting
For it
To turn.
I was
Writing
A lousy
Verse.
Waiting
For it
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