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Watching


Every day I stand watching

Every night I stand watching

Waiting and Listening

Creeping

 

The calls of the forest sing to me

The trees beneath my feet stable me

I still wait and watch from here

Hoping I have nothing to fear

 

Like a magician without its bunny

I am without my family

No purpose all alone and all I can do is wait and

Watch and Watch and watch and watch and w a t c h and w a t c h and w  a   t  c  h 

 

till i am gone

 

 

 

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