It happens at once
and sometimes in stages.
In days and months
and sometimes in ages.
In distant lands
and the strangest of places
Touches your hand
then leaves with no traces.
Fortune is but
a foul mistress
that favors the brave
and deserts the shitless.
Jun 22, 2022
Jun 22, 2022 at 1:30 PM UTC
It happens at once
and sometimes in stages.
In days and months
and sometimes in ages.
In distant lands
and the strangest of places
Touches your hand
then leaves with no traces.
Fortune is but
a foul mistress
that favors the brave
and deserts the shitless.
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