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Apr 2023
Hope can hurt
all the more the longer
it stays misplaced

and as it stays,
it deteriorates,
degrades, decays,

it despairs into a fainter shade
of hopeless surrender

until, against all hope,
it leaves
hurt.
is hope the friend it purports to be?
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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