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How do I hope, when I know that every notion of the word had fled your judgement 

All those years ago

Why do I dream? When I feel that delusions will always end in the nightmare that haunts the lucid thoughts 

Of every frigid winters past

What can I do? For I am forever trapped within constraints of reality 

And every sense of sanity it so endorsed 

Who am I now? As I blink between the different embraces, each stare at me 

Intensively with unsmiling faces

Where do I breathe? Every immortal page of mind pollutes every step of uncertainty that I try to conceive 

When will the glass spring open?

Like the bittersweet burn 

Of the sun’s unfeeling 

Fingertips,

Upon releasing the earth 

From constraints

Of its 

Gravity