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Disappointment

Sunday is gonna be a day of roller coasters!

Maybe, maybe

He’s gonna come and we’ll do motocross jumps!

Maybe, maybe

We’ll go climbing, reaching new heights!

Maybe, maybe

We’ll have sensuality and laughters!

Maybe, maybe


I won’t be coming on Sunday, he says.


The prism of possibilities

That was shining fractal infinities

Crashes onto the hard reality

Shattering into dreaded certainty

Birthing agonizing misery


Sunday is grey

For sure, for sure

It’s gonna be dull

For sure, for sure

It’s gonna rain all day

For sure, for sure

Sunday is null

For sure, for sure

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