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By a Thread

Holding on to a sliver of hope That the day will bring good fortune Though I fear I'm at the end of my rope And the fall below is grand. Eye to eye with a final thread, Splintering into sinews. I've wasted my time to stay ahead and dealt my own lost hand.

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