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Reunion

In the dead air

I wait for hope.

I bow before no god,

pledge no fealty

to another.

So I hold out,

another hour,

day,

week,

for fortune untold.

Begging

an indifferent world

for chance.

Before the voice

returns,

to demand of me

the nooses liberation.

Hello, old friend,

not much

longer now…

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