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
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
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