Hope is a drug

she lit a ciggarrete in her chair near the fire place  ,dreaming of him in the melodies of fire

his departure had shattered her ,what kept her alive was the hope of his return 

hope was a drug she was addicted to

for she knew anything worth loving is both pleasure and torture.

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