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What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
or fester like a sore-
and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

-Langston Hughes, "Harlem[2]"