Scratching at the feeling
Holding to this moment
Each day I recognize
It becomes so much closer
Itching at the dealing
The dealing of the present
It comes, It goes
But what I'm waiting for hasn't
The wait, the wait
Sinster as you think
I am still waiting
debating...
Whether the day will come...
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