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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hope: A Long Forgotten Tune</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She is an ancient music box<br>Delicately placed in an abandoned study<br>She had patiently waited, eyes wide, innocent<br>Naively hoping to be commanded to sing, <br>To inspire bubbly emotions in liquid symphonies</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She is worn at the edges, revealing an unfinished layer<br>Of lack of confidence beneath a once glossy finish, now dulled by lack of concern<br>The key to her heart had been lost long ago, having<br>Disappeared a few decades distant to this day and age</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If her savior was ever recovered, she would have<br>Blossomed into a battery powered ballad<br>Thirsty for lazy smiles that play across dreadful faces<br>When they seek refuge in the comfort of a melody</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But this is an outdated affection<br>The industrial age powers forth a more commanding tune<br>Rhythmically blinding, discombobulating our youth<br>Our tunes frantic, direct, simplistic in desire</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She knows she's not unique, she was manufactured<br>Created like hundreds identical, not handmade, <br>Simply assembled.<br>But engineered to inspire her same never wavering hope</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While her finishing dulls, it is never removed<br>She, with a knowing smile, is aware</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When all the world is unplugged<br>Maybe<br>Just <br>Maybe<br>The masters of the house will succumb to tradition<br>To bother to dig up an abandoned music box</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And she will have an audience once more.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Zara+Jamshed">Zara Jamshed</a></strong></div>

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