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Jan 2010
If I hold my breath,
And count backwards from ten,
Will we live through his moment
Again and again and again,
Until there are so many agains
That it never ends,
I certainly hope so
As Iā€™m at three, two, one,
I grab my next breath,
And it all begins again,
Ten, nine, eight,
Thank you fate.
Written by
Keel Lincoln
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