my heart refuses hope
with a smoke that envelopes
every spark, I can't cope.
A touch, a lift - of spirits
that is all I sought
Instead, I faced empty threats
dished out in onslaught.
A breath of air, to clear,
my frothy turbulent mind,
remains a pipe dream, like
building cottages in air, I find.
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