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MY HEART IS BLACKOUT
My heart lost its fire
Just when I tried harder.
I had hoped for a gain
By giving all I've got.
But love despises gambling
The hand I was dealt
Was blank yet too optimistic—
Winning was not too realistic.
I pushed all in the pot
Deceived by veils and blinds.
But love is not a game of chance—
It demands fortune and skill combined.
With this blackout now, I see
I should learn to fold and hold.
Love is not for the bold
But for those with hearts turned cold.
Copyright ©
Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
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