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Many moons
I wait all all alone
Dreaming of your coming
Sponsored by past memories.
In pain and boredom,
In anxiety and astringent,
In love and patience.
I await your coming.
My morals and dignity
My virtues and virginity
Banking all for your return,
Hoping you would in return.
I wait and live in agony
Of redundant irony.
I sing of your coming
Only to be stiked by mourning
When my eyes clapped your corpse arriving
Welcome back
But not
Welcome home.
i love this poem
Thank you very much
I love love this peom. this part says so much “I wait and live in agony
Of redundant irony.
I sing of your coming
Only to be stiked by mourning
When my eyes clapped your corpse arriving
Welcome back
But not
Welcome home.” It so cool it can stand on it own without the precceding part.