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Dec 2023
As we stand here, foolishly waiting for
love to sweep us off our feet, we find ourselves
holding our breath in anticipation.

Every second feels like an eternity,
as we eagerly await the moment when love
will finally embrace us.

But alas, time moves on, and eventually,
we find ourselves drifting away,
unconscious to the world around us.
Odd Odyssey Poet
Written by
Odd Odyssey Poet  24/M/Zimbabwe
(24/M/Zimbabwe)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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