Halls Of Disdain

White Flowing Dress

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Blinded by this place we call fate,

I wait,

It couldn’t be further away,

The unknown beats on my brain,

It will happen in providence,

The words descend,

On ears of deafness,

Not catching,

Words are useless,

In this place,

In between,

Of no time or reality,

I wait in vain,

Wander the halls of disdain,

In baited breathe,

In white flowing stress,

I will wait for you.