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Despair
is held at bay
by false hopes
and foolish fantasies.
A kind word,
a simple touch,
make realities
from gossamer
spider webs
of imprudent prospect.
To hear a name,
to catch a sliding
glance,
means more
than an eternity
in paradise.
And leaves at the
doorstep
a future of torment,
self-induced
but wicked
nonetheless.

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