with worried want and wrinkled will
i've wrung my heartstrings through.
how you were wrong to wait so long
and strong the longing grew
it crept upon my papers
and it slipped into my pen.
it seeped from every fingertip
and sticky with it then
you wrapped your arms around it
and you wrung it dry as bone
wrong had been the longing
i was right to stay alone
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