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Thinking of the Wife again
Anxiety wears at me like the water upon the mountainside.
Anticipation tears my insides apart as if it were tissue in water.
Time can't move slow enough as my mind rushes to conclusions.
-a pause-
-a silence-
-an awkward moment-
-a smile-
-a Vow-
The water on the mountain flows over me and soothes
my insides are a-flutter with tiny tissue butterflies
Time had better slow as my elation peaks anew.
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