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Jul 2020
Hope shook out her moonlit skirts and bent to whisper in my ear,
"Yes, you can wish upon that star
and dare to chase your dreams."
As usual, Hope proved elusive
and stranded me in the
Desert of Illusion,
Forever chasing the fleeing rainbow
With nothing more than a chipped magnifier
And a wallet full of tears.
Traci Sims
Written by
Traci Sims  F/Seattle
(F/Seattle)   
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