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 Hook - Millie Toebes

Down paths of success,
Through rivers of doubt.
I’ll cry you a river,
With hope-entangled trout.
Tiny specks of rain,
Upon a car window.
Dark clouds around a moon,
With a never ending shadow.
Unmoving like a painting,
A mirror full of hatred.
Finding your cure is difficult,
Be sure not to get baited.

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