Empty waiting fills me hands touch and caress me hold me ... detain me, brush me ... love me ... and then on the edge of leaving I remain. My pain ... becomes me and I dress for the waiting impatiently. Its for sure I can't leave without my goodbye and so I remain ... unwilling to take it. Rushed by hands to wait I feel the pain ... and then they take it. Gallagher 21 April 75
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