The world is filled with echoes of
tissue paper sighs;
soft, sibilant requests
and soliloquies that wither on the lips.
Hope is stored on the top shelf
of a closet
safely wrapped in old newspapers,
only taken out for special occasions.
With desire sketched in pencil,
it only hurts a little.
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