she said good luck...
her eyes
her glance
went backward
toward my eyes...
her voice
pitched down
and went low and backward
to ward my silenced voice....
I know what luck is;
and what is in your mind....
what i am sure.....
your sloppiness made
me sarcastic....
I am still
sarcastic
about the luck you gave....
cause,
i have an attitude toward sloppiness...
and this '' growing woman ''
fake sloppiness...
000
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