Luck
Hard luck
Luck.
I hoped to gift you
with my tears
to adorn your
crown with a
somber face
and a land of soul
with banished smile.
But hard luck
Luck!
I tongued clean
the salty tears.
Hard luck.
Better luck the
next dream-wreck!
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