With twenty-three minutes to spare,
She saved herself from bad luck,
At least for this month.
"White rabbit",
She whispered,
She repeated three times.
From his mind was the real luck.
The luck to have a future
And a grubby past.
Entwined is the hope,
As she dances with the cigarette smoke
To the strums of his guitar,
To his dreams.
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