With sweaty palms and unsteady breathing,
she paces in front of the house.
Breathing deeply,not calmly.
She awaits his arrival.
This is tourture for her small blue body.
Anticipation can only offer harm to her body.
This small blue body of lies,
awaits his arrival.
With sweaty palms,she takes off the ring,
and awaits his arrival.
This small blue body of lies,
awaits,his arrival,
beneth a dying sun.
She waits.
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