wondering cosmic virgin

sitting in a tent
waiting for my boy scout
to arrive in the form of a man
the birds are singing, the heralding of morning,
the faded sky brightens
slowly in the morning fog
my day just begun and then its another day gone.
and you still don’t exist.

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