Prairie Locks
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for your call,
Your knock at the door,
Your kiss,
Your,
Everything...
Your name is agony.
I'm waiting to speak it aloud,
To scream it,
To strike it down,
And be done.
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