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Wait

Until I can think straight.

Until I can fathom the depth of your words

Pulling through my blood red heart

Like a hot knife through butter

Why?

Why now?

And how can I live?

Your dangling thread,

hanging over my head.

Knowing this is more

than goodwill.

More than the simplicity you imply.

Morning light

will make this alright.

Set me straight.

But until then…

all I can do is wait.

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