a handful of hope 

convictions of my past seem to turn
my heart into stone
neglect will always love me
the way i love him.
my eyes move faster than my heart
i could wish that one day this
troubled soul will corrode
into a thousand stars;
a handful of hope.

nk. 10.11.04
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