HopeA Poem by CurlsBiology bores me.Clasped in my hand, I hold the dust of hope what's left for me letting the wind to take it off-- to empty my hands and lose all hope. What's once whole now turned dust- delicate and weak it's what's left for me. Should I be worn and just remove all what's left dust and specs.
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AuthorCurlsLas Pinas City, National Capital Region, PhilippinesAboutWhy would you want to know things about me? more..Writing
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