The patience is thinning,
The frustration thickening,
While you stay simmering,
I lay here wearing,
I wonder of your seeking,
Maybe I am not of your keeping,
Everyday somehow I am sinking,
While my thoughts are already drowning,
Every minute is like a new updating,
Because right now nothing is in writing,
I hope I see you in a mood of tickling,
Sooner or later I may be soothing,
The taste of a bitter lashing.
The end.
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