It looks like once again, you're striking matches after a flood.
The cold stove seems to surround you,
The used matches scattered upon the shelf.
A flicker of hope, lighting up a different sky,
But is it even possible?
Your foot brushes against the sunlit chair leg,
And it loses heat to your tears.
Once again, there's nothing else.
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