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In Waiting

O’ how I waited for love

But now, it’s too late

I’ll never speak words of it

To man wrapped in  the comforter

As I recite with a bowl of ice cream

Feeding him a vanilla-chocolate swirl

Until the last drop is in his mouth

O’ how in middle-aged, I see no one

Would want these sagging skin and bones

And the emotional scars, though invisble

To other can just appear

I would be afraid to show my face

So, I wear a mask

O’ how I wanted to express my love to anyone

But now, it’s too late

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