{80} diminuendo

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when the phrase turns back

and descends

like stairs down into

an unknown

and you wait, eagerly

sitting at the edge of your seat

wondering where it'll

lead you to,

watching intently

for the end to come -

for the arrival;

and when it does,

you let out a big breath

and feel as though your

eyes

are opening

for the first time.

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