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Gift

Eyes shut tight,
Hands pressed hard to the door,
The grain so coarse and cool
Beneath my fingers;
Night outside my window
Jeering, Merciless.
What a cruel gift is hope.

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  • dazedseeker
    September 23
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    Hope is cruel but sometimes its all we got. Amazing write