By Anonymous
Each morning an unsettling sameness yawns
anxiously awaiting a sign that the waiting
will end before it’s too late
to recover
what was lost in the waiting
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Anonymous finds solace in words.
Quarantine/Lost in the Waiting
By Anonymous
Each morning an unsettling sameness yawns
anxiously awaiting a sign that the waiting
will end before it’s too late
to recover
what was lost in the waiting
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Anonymous finds solace in words.
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