She knows
knows she's a little much for me.
Me, released by fluke—
fluke that no one burned in her wrath—
wrath that was ignited by heartbreak.
Heartbreak freed by design,
design of her warmth
warmth, my disastrous weakness—
weakness by oversight,
oversight warns her.
Her, this time saved by luck—
luck, guarded by mistake.
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