Hope

Hope came by my house today.

Hope didn’t say a word.

Hope was just a ray of sun,

in a frosty winter day.

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Hope came by my house today.

Hope had not changed.

It ignited a feeling within me,

That made me want to squirm.

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Hope came by my house today.

In a form that I had never seen.

It came in an onion form,

Which made me leave.

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