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waiting

October 21, 2010

Its softness, its cool

Its compliant, yet it rules

It feels empty, yet it is the breath that fills

It  is a fire that has a frost

It is in my heart, waiting,

for yours

It has no name,

waiting

for time to tip the scales.

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