My distant Waiver
Slow my ever-beating heart
Last breath of contempt
A touch of sugar
A smile, longing, be beseached
My friend, yesterday
Today, she lies down
Her past: unrealistic
Touch the night gently
And Now, close my eyes
For the day breaks, my mind shakes
I am nothing, too
In Due time, at least
I will brag for misery
While you stand down; Dance
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