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await


I eagerly await,
that hour of pleasure and pain
Those remnants of a fruitful solace
The picture of hidden cracks
reassurance of a sane that exists
Like a trembling moth
I gape wide and clear
at my fields of golden corn
I eagerly await,
my light and my death.

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