Luck
If luck was commodity
Secrets will be the order of the day
Some born-
-Some dying with their keepers,
Making life elusive,
Ruled and dominated by tension,
When searching and fighting over secrets
Imagine if everything was painted with secrets;
But,
Since luck is unfathomable,
Life is also painted in that fashion
Strange things everyday,
Putting everyone on the alert
While waiting impatiently
To be the first to know
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