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Serendipity

by Matt McFadden, May 27, 2009

Serendipity
must have missed me,
as she twirled
upon this stage
that’s built to share.

Though,


huddled in this corner
under blankets,
thinking black,
I can’t say
that I’ve gone to meet her,
either.

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