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Hope will be closed

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I peered through the window 

Caught a yellow light

I longed to stand in its warmth

Caught a wave of nostalgia

I borrowed deeply-sold feelings

Caught a glimpse of fake perfection

I wanted to feel the imitation life

Caught a case of the reality blues

I smelled the roses

Caught my sleeve on a thorn

I drove on past the window

Caught my breath

I woke up

Caught the sign ahead 

I learned hope will be closed 

Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, photography, poetry, Psychology, Travel

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