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Cross Your Fingers.

Cross your fingers
Hold your breathe
Look for words
There's nothing left
You look for something
So deep inside
A place of safety
A place to hide
You dwell within
Your secret thoughts
Don't stray too long
The thriving rots
But keep on hoping
For that fateful day
Where all the sadness
Will go away





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