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HOPE by THOMAS DEL VECCHIO

First Line: HOPE IN THIS DAY OF RUIN
Last Line: GROWN COLD BEYOND ENTREATY.
Subject(s): BIRDS; HOPE; OPTIMISM;
Hope in this day of ruin
Is a dead bird;
Fling her up and she flaps
A parody of flight,
Only to fall twice-dead at your feet.
Hope is the body of a woman
You once loved,
Grown cold beyond entreaty.



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