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The Horridness of Wait
Such constant leitmotif of wait
Resounds within each instant thought ;
It matters not the angst of being -
All succumb to nane of naught …
Whether the moon is full of rue
The Morrow’s drenched inane ,
It matters not of day or night -
O lucidness of pain …
The bane within thy Anima’s view
Portending imminent dreams of fate ;
Within the bowels of horridness -
Imbues the wait …
The throes of every Moment’s hour
A Sickroom’s Linn of constant wae ,
Drowning in a lang of wait -
Every single day …
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Such constant leitmotif of wait
Resounds within each instant thought ;
It matters not the angst of being -
All succumb to nane of naught …
Whether the moon is full of rue
The Morrow’s drenched inane ,
It matters not of day or night -
O lucidness of pain …
The bane within thy Anima’s view
Portending imminent dreams of fate ;
Within the bowels of horridness -
Imbues the wait …
The throes of every Moment’s hour
A Sickroom’s Linn of constant wae ,
Drowning in a lang of wait -
Every single day …
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The Horridness of Wait
The Horridness of Wait