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-Waiting-

I'm waiting

again.

You're not here.

You never are.

With hands that

curl,

claw,

pressed between my bruised thighs,

I wait.

You're not here -

you never are.

You couldn't -

wouldn't -

save me.

And as I wait,

the pain a living,

breathing,

entity in my chest,

I realise,

I didn't want to be saved.

But I'll still wait,

even when,

You're not here.

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