Hope burns within me,

her voice echoing in my mind.

Burying me in her rich melody.

She sings of tomorrow,

not remembering the past.

Whistling in blissful ignorance.

Hope burns within me,

her fragile flame sputtering.

The light inside flickering.

She spins in circles.

Till she is green in the face.

A mad smile splitting her face.

Hope, my fickle mistress,

refuses to leave.

No matter how I smother her.

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