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Poem #3: A Waiting Game

A Waiting Game


Born late but not the last

Everytime I had to wait for

Everything that I desired.


When did I stop waiting?

I do not remember for

I am waiting to forget.


Blessed with an Angel,

No, a Goddess!

I believed my wait was over.

But only to realize

I had stopped bothering.


Until one day when

The Goddess marooned

With a promise that left me...


Waiting, again.


- Maddie



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