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Our (Mis)Fortune
Your hand slips into mine,
the fortune-teller notices
our smiles with glittering eyes
she’s convinced
there’s a future between us
she smiles & invites us in
Laying down cards one by one
it reveals the betrayal and secrets
that will keep us
from the love that has swept us into a whirlwind
We turn to each other stunned
but a laugh begins,
she replies, “Sorry, no refunds”
Tuesday 21st April 2020 5:04 am
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