Lottery. A poem.

These dubious numbers
will not fall in line for me.
Indeed, more’s the fool;
those digits that summon
up every heavenly aspect of you.

A token parody
of a prodigious, passionate girl.
Just numbers spinning
in my head and heart,
my lottery, my heady whirl.

These fallow yearnings,
have fallen now, far from grace.
My mad desire to win your
succulent mind and soul
like all things, is lost, again.

Lost, my heart disgraced.

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