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Hope
Hope
Hope
Hope
Hope
Did you know
If you say something enough times
It becomes
Bland
Impenetrable fortress at the end of time
Swallow me whole
Formless womb who nurtures nothing
Strangle me with your
Umbilical cord
Castle walls
Eight billion bricks
A lot lighter than you expected.
A throne
Laurel wreath of thorns.
Hope gives you wonderful things.
Away.
You did good.
Want a hug?
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This poem is featured in The PVLSE Issue 10 (Spring 2024).
Joe L
Jessica T