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Monday, July 2, 2007

Wait and Wait and Wait and Wait..................

I await the melodious times
When the rain pours down frightfully
Yet I toss my head with glee,
And screech, "God, I love this life you've made for me!"

I await the sprinkles of love toppings
Colouring my life with its shades and gradients
Ridding my heart of its painful void
Like it fills my open palm with its shapes.

I await a pleasurable heat to envelope me
The frost, it glistens on my skin no longer
Its shackles do not chain my heart anymore
Instead the warmth tinkles the senses on the tips of my limbs.

Given the chest-clenching times I have passed
Don't you think I ought to have my soul lifted at last?

Love
Bi.

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