pleased by her hope in it once again
smelling like an old sock, disintegrated
beyond repair, destroyed
beyond belief, wondering
if we will ever be free.
but i know there's an end in sight!
i know that something amazing
is about to happen, tomorrow!
notes from a not-for-profit life. reader notes for poems: bold represents emotional thought, boldness; italics represent narrator-thought or God-thought.
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