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I feel
the sand
sliding down
the glass,
the moon
as it
waxes and wanes,
the seasons change.
Each is a beat,
the pulse
at my throat.
Here in dark, dank
catacombs
beneath the fetid
moat.
Cobwebs in the corners,
worms eating
through the earth.
This, my heart’s
sepulcher
where I await
my love’s rebirth.
~
M. Zane McClellan
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Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo #writephoto challenge: waiting

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