This was an unlucky number,
mine, I thought, in fact,
the one I pulled from the deli tab,
from the unfortunate fortune cookie,
from after Thursday,
from before Saturday,
from my Bat Mitzvah,
from the phantom elevator without a floor to rest upon,
from my failed attempt en route to the Moon,
from the lack of formula for Formula One,
Maybe it just wanted to be friends with everyone,
and maybe I had never considered that,
how could I,
at the old age of 12---
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