Queue (pt.1 of 10 point words)

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Waiting

On a breath

On a beat

Air beating mist

Champagne rain and heavy white

Take it in

Push it out again

Waiting

Hold arms steady

Keep Calm and ready

Kiss of faith

And cut of shame

An answer

It'll never be the same

And it's me all to blame

Cut deeper

Hours longer

Tissue tears

And coward hearts

I'm not to blame

But it'll never be the same

What have I done

Darkened sun

She's gone

She's gone

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