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SITTING UPON
Sitting upon a distant chair
Looking in at a wall right in front
Boredom deeply is gnawing at his heart
Searing scars opened bitter wounds.
Over and over she wishes all the same
To see again stardust in his eyes
But psychoanalizing him doesn't really works
And destituted all her tears puddled up.
Rituals comes less easy every time
As she tastes the waters before well within
Searching for the right time just in vain
As unpleasant thoughts invade all the mind.
