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Monday, 22 June 2020

Hope.

Tomorrow, tomorrow wait for tomorrow
tomorrow the marrow of today, hope amidst the sorrow
as hope just follows, the broken nerves, the bones drained hollow.

Chasing believe with Osteogenesis
fuelled by your own personnel, fleeting genesis
crutch aided, running through time, endless
perusing your friend, soon to be nemesis.

So you wanted hope.
There it is.