Hope

Wed, 12/13/2017 - 13:21 -- kibesso

I hope you know I am gone.

I am immortal. Unsoiled.

Many feet have trodden on me yet,

I remain clean.

 

 

Hope is drenched in the darkest sweat. 

Hope is immoral. Illustrious. (The greatest.)

Hope is the siren's call in the Midnight hour. 

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