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Impressions

The lives I must live seeking

imagined solace in embrace

where it does not reside

Yet beseeching another attempt.

Eternal moments of longing

Lingering trails of contempt

A wall built with bricks of despair

Rises every day to grant the gift of peace.

Memories rise and fade

Just as the present that merges with them

Too weak to sustain the weight of love

And impatient with rites of redemption.

And such it is with each passing day

Even glances that once evoked hope

Are crushed under the weariness

Of yet another comforting touch.

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