(Hope) Is Just Another Word with a Hole in It

Funeral blues
 Even dirt weeps
 Blooming exit
 Brought to a freeze
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 I have never bothered to look
 Inside myself
 To find myself
 On scribbled notes
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 Every flower
 Thinks of me
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 My pollination
 Resembles debris
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 I have never bothered to look
 Inside myself
 To find myself
 On scribbled notes
 I have never bothered to look
 Inside myself
 To find myself
 On scribbled, cryptic notes
 A thousand faces
 Not one could replace
 A single soul
 Consumed by waste
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 A thousand mirrors
 Reflect disgrace
 A house of cards
 Engulfed in flames
 A thousand faces
 Not one could replace
 A single soul
 
 Consumed by waste
 An off-white lie
 That's come undone
 
 Composing suffering
 That fall on ears of no one
 Of no-one
 Of no-one