Friday The 13 (today) - here is the poem
This morning I busted a mirror
which means that the next seven years
are due to be filled with misfortune,
catastrophes, fuck ups and tears.
With all the bad luck I'm confronting,
it seems that I'm probably cursed.
It may be the 13th this friday.
Fucking true - could not be any worst.
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