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What are you waiting for?
My fantasies, though soundly sleep
stir quite awake in me.
My fingers linger twixt letters yet,
they never hit a key.
Guitar, the love my hands address
the body my arms hold,
sang warmly at her neck's caress.
Tonight her voice is cold.
This chair is jail. This house a tomb.
That bed is the abyss.
Could suffering cease if just my cheek
suffered but a kiss?
