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MISCHANCE

The very act of your coming does
Miraculous things to me. Adrenalin
Revamps my ailing body. With a buzz,
Sweet happiness then rises from within.

The reservoir of love. But alas!
My quick revival by you is mistook
As health vivacious. My diseased mass
By racking sobs is tossed and badly shook.

This vicious circle continues. You glance
At my up surging health; then depart
With no attention paid to mischance
That your coming perks in the past

You come! I healthy look – and perhaps,
You leave me thinking okay, – I relapse.

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