I have no hope for you; 
We that flow
Like cheese and wine, 
Or rather
Vinegar and oil.
I have no hope for us; 
You and I, 
Separated farther 
Than these lands miles, 
Galaxies apart
In our own spacious minds.
I had no hope, 
Settled on past regret.
I will have no hope, 
For the future's best.
I have no hope, 
In the present tense.
I am hopless.
Hope.
Less.                
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