One can only hope (...hope for a revival)
Beaten once, now seems beyond repair,
A heart, that loved and pounded hard,
Is losing grasp on the life it now disregards,
Wasteful is provoking a soul resigned to slumber,
It won't realign to new designs, its days are numbered,
The fresh smell in the air, is adding a beat or two,
Longevity of these may just be a hallucination, not the hope you construe,
Nothing seems to helping a flagging will,
Would you dare, an attempt still...
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