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Billion to One Odds

The impossible dream.

Heaven on earth.

Nirvana.

Just one afternoon with you,

hearing your voice lilt

and seeing your smile,

looking into your eyes

as you demurely flirt

over the rim of your coffee cup.

That one bit of perfection, of beauty

of happiness incarnate

would be worth all the risk

and heartbreaks.

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