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Hope
By your breathless side I left my hope;
as the thick curtain closed and engulfed us,
our future frayed like a worn hemp rope.
In dark deathlessness I’m alone to grope
for a frail ribbon, my own dreams surplus
as by your breathless side I leave my hope.
Black is precise, but my clothing is taupe;
life’s fabric faded to washed out hues,
my future frayin...
Sunday 4th April 2010 2:19 pm
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