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Another sickly love poem! For Mistress Raven. |
| Like a petulant three year old I stamp my feet and yell I cannot wait, I can't Not because the wait isnt worth it Nor you not worth waiting for What lies ahead excites me What lies behind is forgotten Living in the present without you Is like death, limbo, purgatory I can't wait Only because Every minute I wait Without you Is a minute with you Ive lost |