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the wishing well

you felt owed by the world

you plunged your hand in the water

the cold shooting through your hand

you grabbed the first thing your fingers touched

that stolen coin you grabbed

just because you could

was my happiness

my wish

gone

◄ when the rain stops

Bad Day ►

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