i'm waiting for your letter
fingertips still stained with ink
i'm waiting for your letter
here and gone within a blink
skin to skin, the pages sticking
heavy with the blackened hope
eyes alert and sickened feeling
dried then wet with antidote
i'm waiting for your letter
so truth puts me to sleep
i'm waiting, patience thinning
your letter, at my feet...
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