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Sunday, 19 March 2017

[Poem] Irony

The cards of fate were
Lain at the table,
Together with my head
On a platter.

Euphoria blew hot and cold
Like a cruel lover;
Feverish dreams
Made me see you again.

A cacophony lives
Within colors of confusion;
I am blessed, crying tears of joy;
I am cursed, shedding blood as ink.

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