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Waiting

Deathly quiet.
Except the occasional semi engine braking down the interstate.
Pitch black.
Except the sliver of dull moon light coming through the blinds.
So still and calm I have to reassure myself that I’m still alive.
Thump-thump, thump-thump. Check.
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
But for what..

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