Wait Wait
Always there, waiting
In the sweet, tender
The
It comes, I see
Hey! but the tender is it?
... And Loving tenderness
The tender
Tender Loving arms
eyes
The wait
I wish I would
My sweet, my tender
I wish my tender
Beside you dwell
I say sweet I cry in
tender
But ... Who can hear me?
(Time does not exist
My skin folds for My heart is nothing immutable
At first glance identical
Wait
nothing is not nothing but wait
My heart is not to wrinkle
Time does not exist)
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