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Impatience
Tears pour down a frosted face as a linguring silence takes hold
Lonliness is a creeping factor, bells ring upon an ankle tied to a shadow of the past
Feeling trapped in a darkened room enclosing on the light
Dancing in flames that singe the threads of my soul
Captured in time wanting to go back, to move foward not having to wait
Impatience grows old visiting your voice that hushes me to sleep.
