Lottery

 

I bought you a ticket
Thinking maybe your numbers
Not my numbers
Would win

But your numbers
And my numbers
Were all losers
Just like the romance
That began with blinding promise
But sputtered
Died
And paid us nothing
In the end

 













 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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