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THE WAITING
It's more than perfectly clear
that my true love isn't here.
I've waited, worried and wanted
for someone so undaunted.
I've been closely enchanted
with those who haven't been.
Patience is the one virtue
I've needed to let things go.
So farther I hide from the truth.
Looking so far and aloof.
Knowing who I am is the key
to be free of my own debris.
Michaela Warren 2011
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