jeopardy (3.5.09)


What T is an impossible soul
Divided by itself
What S is a sea in ruin
Spillage suffocates health
What Y is deaf to cries
That come poorly disguised
What P is a tragic horizon
Never seen, out of reach
What F is a promise, broken
Every heart it does beseach
What J is a daily reality
In hand, always out of reach.

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