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fay Aug 4
I’ve felt this shift before,
and this time,
I refuse
to crumble beneath it.
2025

you have to let me let you go
Hope
Lay in silence
Rebuked and renounced

Abandoned
Feeble its voice
But fair

Frail
Its hands, paints
Patterns of life

Silence and hope
Have a pattern
They paint

Bright
Colour on the walls
Drew grace

Hope resurfaced

— The End —