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[blueeyedstar]

Trust
     It hisses
Echoing behind dark eyelids and landing uncomfortably in the creases of the restless pillow
Oozing through the cracks of the photo album
Loudly pooling in the empty cavity

The tiny tin foil wrapper balled up
Only the scent of chocolate remain
At least the glimmer from the foil can be the end of the tunnel
Along with the taste of the Kiss pleasantly and hauntingly lingering

Add to the Seven Wonders "unending chances"
More mystical than any of the others
     I'm sure you'll agree

Blank stare. 
Hope.