Hope is a String

Hope is a string that withstands the fiercest storm.
Hope is a string that wraps around your wrist, your finger, and,
eventually, your neck.
Hope is a diamond buried deep in the desert.
Hope is the opulence of a light being.
Hope is an energy all its own, much like love.
Hope fuels the damned, and feeds the delusional.
Hope is beauty hidden within the beast.
Hope is the Lucifer of creation.
Hope is nothing more than death cloaked in a smile.
Hope will kill us all.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro

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