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Two deck of cards
She mixed them
Playing with her hair
she asked me to pick one
and if it is the lucky one
I would get a kiss
I took the decks
and held every card
I possibly can with my hands
and said I cannot let my luck stop you from kissing me.

© Shashank Bhardwaj.


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