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A fool’s delight
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2025 I walked away, head held high,
Believing love was just a lie.
I swore that time would mend the past,
Yet here I stand, the fool at last.
His verses dance, they twist, they play,
And every word still finds its way—
A chuckle first, then laughter bright,
At love I lost, at fate’s delight.
They call me foolish, say I’m blind,
A heart too proud, a shattered mind.
And maybe fate had plans unseen,
For karma laughed—just like he dreamed.
