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[potata]

Hope stretches me tall,
Buoys not only spirits,
But sets sights higher

So reasonable,
To see the brightness ahead
From today's shadows

Do I want wrong things?
Or just unattainable
Things beyond my reach?

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Would I want it if
Mere heartbeats filled the space up
Would that be too close?

Would I want it if
I could whisper and hear,
And feel it resound?

Claustrophobia
A silly, selfish terror
To us, the lone oaks