I’m still waiting.

Maybe not here were I rather stay

To find purpose in wanting

Wanting to fear near what you could pray

Stay a while underneath my feathers

These are the conundrums some have to endure

Doesn’t even matter if it tethers

The darkness beneath hits its spures

More waiting for wanting the lasting game

Burst into laughter

To submerge deeper into the voidly night

Can’t find your touch in one or another


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