As if the deck had been shuffled
by some calculating clown,
we were thrown together.
More than once. More than thrice.

Our two wrongs.

But, oh!
You made me blush
with your side-eyes and staccato smiles.

Guilty am I of grievous commissions in a secret heart.



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