A Fowl Four-Letter Word; HOPE
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
- Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
A swirl of emotions and mixed metaphors question the utility of it all, this aesthetic of prejudicial arrangement exists without compromise, promise, or otherwise. Hope is a foul four-letter word, I prefer hopium and the addictions in the face of limited liberty.
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