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Waiting
I waited and waited and waited
for minutes
for hours
for days
and all I had was silence
and with the absence of your words
I took it as an answer
That day
That day,
I died just a little,
when you were in the middle of your sentence
and I, I knew what was coming
and I also knew that I didn't want to hear the rest
Poverty
You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from every place
'Cos she didn't fit in there