You're a random
person in my life.
A random little joy.
Chance is like
a small ray
among the clouds.
You are an accidental joy in my life,
like a raisin that
accidentally got into bread
with black mustard.
You are an accident
in my bitter life.
But I rejoice in the
small mercy of chance
that there is such a zest
in my simple black bread.
You are an accident in my bitter life
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