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Don't get your hopes up

Posted to Poetry

I crawl into the damp shelter that offers temporary relief and inhale the smell of expired hearts
Dwelling in the pool of your sweet sorrow
Clawing at the wire that scratches this thin layer of skin
Love's carcass in my lap
Our minds took a trip to a faraway land full of passion that we won't see
A dream is all it'll ever be