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Waiting for that moment,
That will probably never come,
Sitting on branches of uncertainty,
Under the Banyan.
Letting the spirits run lose,
And conquer my soul.
Lost without any form of love left,
in these veins,
Short of one single inhale,
Gone, in the wind.
Copyright © Dealaundria Gardner | Year Posted 2010
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