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Hope,
That fragile bubble,
Floating in the air before me
To touch it
Is to risk destruction
To grasp it
Is to ensure the demise
Burst, it shatters
In fragments
Shards of painful recognition
Knowing
And not knowing
It exists
But I can’t touch it.
Can’t hold it in my hands
Grasp it
To my heart
Say yes
Or say no
But tell me
So I know
Finally
How I must live
Or live without you.
Until I hear
That one word
I cannot move
Paralyzed
The precious sphere
Of hope
Floats
Just beyond my reach.
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