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waiting for months
recognition thumps
door opening
too much dopamine
draughts form

taken for a ride
slip and slide
courage building
a new ending
truth awaits

I wait for an ounce
presence amount
sermon on mountains
the golden goal
on a role today
paving the way

of course we dive
alive and survive
tossed but high and dry
council dies
tongue ties
tightening nots

here my friend
not in pretence
our love is yours
implores my source
doesn't touch my lips
as time ticks on
like a ships last noise
Sunday, April 4, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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