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Evidence

In one of those futures
painted with brushes
of possibilities
no longer possible,

I am lost in hope.
Running out of options,
I will say anything.

Small soldiers of temptation
war upon the delicate fabric
of my soul.
I am silent,
in a forgotten place
where voices are heard
only as echoes.

I awake.
I see my world’s still here.
Now I have proof.

I’ve been foiled–
or fooled…

again.

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