Waiting

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Here I lay,
Wrapped in the colors of pain.
Hoping on you to say
Something.

Anything.

But I still love you,
My dear.
So I'm going to
Stay right here.

I listen for your footsteps,
In this field of color.
Because the way you adore me,
Is like no other.

So here I will wait;
Lost in the colors of pain (love)
And I find no hate,
My torturer, my dove.

For you,
Always you.

I wait.

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