A 100-word exercise meant to hone the skills of sparse description and minimize verbosity that I wrote several years ago. A poetic piece that evokes sadness and longing. This is man, waiting.
Where there are words;
there is comfort.
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It's exhausting,
The dreams I have;
Trying to make what's fantasy,
Include no hardship.
Into false of hopes of reality.
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☆In this universe, there are only few things that could last. One of mine is poetry.