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I, Hope
Adrian M. Carney
18 May 2004
I, Hope
Hope, am I stupid,
am I a scourge of men.
I see that I am life,
for without me, free?
A turbulent tirade of indecision linked
to the frow of chaos.
When shall I die,
that truth shone clear,
when death is near.
Alas too near.
Lost on smooth sails,
when known worst known, hated.
A thorn sewn deep in psyche's sea.
Pain broth forth by the
acknowledgement
of my life,
yet life am I PERIOD
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