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Mar 2015
If I gave you my hope
Would you burn it

Not dark at the edges
But clean through
Until there is nothing
But the ashes of
What once was

Purified in fire
Damaging, destroying
What you sought to
Glorify now gone
... but I'm not.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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