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Hope came in the window last night,
Like a breath of fresh air
Wrapping itself around my
Self doubt and taking my bad
Dreams on a quiet walk to
Yesterday; a lonely street
Where the old lines are whispered by
Forgotten actors trying
Once again to be called to the real stage.
But hope has its own plot
And I signed up for the whole
Season, in a role I’m going to
Write a day at a time.
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