I have no hope for you;
We that flow
Like cheese and wine,
Or rather
Vinegar and oil.
I have no hope for us;
You and I,
Separated farther
Than these lands miles,
Galaxies apart
In our own spacious minds.
I had no hope,
Settled on past regret.
I will have no hope,
For the future's best.
I have no hope,
In the present tense.
I am hopless.
Hope.
Less.
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