I have been waiting for you. Last time, my books and keyboard damp,
I thought you were there. I have been waiting for you all day long.
I thought you’d come or if I slept, you would wake me up.At dawn, how
I longed we could do all those tales and secret whispers, yearned I,
For you. You were so far away, but I believed you. Come to me, come,
Like small thuds of ink and a deep sea – immortal, bursting and free.
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