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Enterprise Commune

I didn’t receive a communique
When we first communicated—
It was natural, not forced with an inkling.
What our eyes saw when they locked
Wasn’t an eyesore but a journey towards luck.
Our first luck came after we built our empire;
We shall empower it to see luck with our locked hands.

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