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Hope is sometimes the only thing that keeps you going.
Submitted:Jul 10, 2012 Reads: 3 Comments: 1 Likes: 1
She holds a piece of the sky
In her palm.
The one thing in her life
Pushing her to keep hoping, hoping
That she doesn't squeeze
Too tight
And shatter it.
But a black wind
Blew it away
The night of her dream's funeral.
Now she is trapped --
A prisoner in the grave
Of her life.
That luminous shred of blue
Moving on to another
Dreaming hand.
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