they say:patienceis a virtue.i.for a whilei thought it wasokaybeingthe excusefor you to get out.then i realisedexcusescan become reasons to leavetooβthe same way rocksbecome pebbles.ii.i am no riverjust a river bed.maybe i was meantto put things at rest. they say:patience is a virtue.iii.i am no riverjust a river bed.they say:patience, is a virtueyour heart saidpatience is a virtueas it slammed against my ribcagedemanding entrancein the sweetest way possible.it said:here i am,have patience,here i am.iv.i am the rocksin a river bednot meant for rolling overjust for sleeping.v.i flourishunder water. am sweetestwhen iβm drowning.patience is a virtuethey say.
miserabel [2019-05-02 15:04:05 +0000 UTC]
Oh, damn. This piece is lovely. The repetition works so well I feel... I can't quite put it into words, but something, that's for sure.
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