Just Unlucky

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Just Unlucky 

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Leaving by the door
starting a new day, new day
I came to class, looking at the class next-door
to find him sitting gracefully at the back of the class room.

Lunch time, he come to my class.
Passing by me like a soft wind
with no aroma or else,
he came for him
Smiling and laughing with him
he seems so happy with him

I watched them, smiling.

I’m just unlucky.

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