Dope-on-a-rope

Will I always be that dope, who,
Having found the end of the rope
Holds on with fragility to any glimmer of hope
Of finding the simmering passion
The binding of our love-making
The ignition of the once-shimmering embers now fading
Growing dimmer and dimmer
Whilst hopes become slimmer

(WIP)

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