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empty and cold waiting to be told when the warmth will drift and unfold to my wandering eyes and my heart and my soul i just wish i could bring an end to this mold that has crept inside seeming to wait and to hide until the time comes to burst and unfurl on my tongue in a language i've never known but still seem to understand and ill wait for this day till you tell me it's over and im home in your arms safe as a baby inside the warmth that has already drifted to the place made for me before the earth was concieved that's where i want to be.