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Dec 2020
I've run out
Of places to hide
Somehow you manage
To find me
Is it my
Pounding heart
Or maybe my
Tangled hair
Are my legs
Hanging out
It didn't help
That I just
Sneezed
I can't go now
There's nowhere
Else to go
Sometimes you just feel the need to hide
to escape todisappear
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
44
   ---, Larry and Eshwara Prasad
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