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Sitting by Yesterday, Waiting for Tomorrow



hoping to drop this act & abandon all my sorrow



sparrows quickly rushing me to write



simple To Do lists waiting by the light



The sun slowly dawning, clouds slowly going by



anticipating rolls of thunder, a low type of sigh



Ink blotches heavy, and weighing down my soul



His fingers on my spine, arousing me so



Try not to get distracted, yet welcoming it too



No! Wait, Stop! I have to send a letter to you



Please don't get impatient when I'm lying on his bed



I'm really almost finished, it just has to be re-read



I have all my Stamps, and my hand is on the door



When he starts the game all over,  I can't resist to implore

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