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Patience
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Old Stuff This sacred thing
That we call love
I’m blind to it
As the heavens above
Not to be confused
With a simple flutter
A bitter sigh
with these words I utter…
Just know what’s been
Don’t know what’s next
A friendly taunt
Pushed with the rest
I take my time
Not to get caught up
To not have a broken heart
That’s too abrupt.
