To Gary: Keep in mind that I still love ya man.
You keep reminding me of patience.
“Have patience, Nadia.”
“The more you wait, the more you get.”
Can’t you see it?
This thing you call patience is oozing out of me.
Can’t you smell it?
Patience holds a pungent yet sometimes sickly pleasing odor.
Can’t you taste it?
This patience I hold is
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