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Apr 2018
Chains rattling,
A smell of mold,
Our last night.
“Are you afraid” he says
Eyes still full of hope
How much longer will that hope last
I wonder
Till sunrise, or further
Till the blade shines above him
Or maybe even after it falls through him
How long can hope last when pain
Is all we face
Written by
Aries
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