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i am waiting.
the wind grows cold.
is anyone there?
not even a soul.
i look to the distance;
nothing but emptiness.
one name i call;
thoughts are fathomless.
will he call back?
or maybe i cannot hear.
i take a step forward.
my mind filled with fear.
i walk as i yell.
i yell with a whine.
please come to me!
please be mine!
he never calls back;
although i still shout.
answer me! will you?
gusts whistle about.
it is now dusk;
where could he be?
i look around;
he is now under me...




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