- On the table
before us are
many small, round
teacups filled
to the brim with
desire.
- Waiting in the bone-
chilling rain, with doubtful
hope he will turn around
and apologize, I've lost
all control.
- I am living,
I am writing on
a notecard but
I am living.
- The clouds
annoyingly
lingered tempting
us of what
may follow.
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