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Cards
Contributed by
joelmuses
on
Friday, 8th January 2010 @ 04:38:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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Cards
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I fold. You win.
Is it time to play cards again?
The table is expectant
like a patient stenographer.
method and mania—
only a fool.
beads of sweat drip from the clock.
the face glistens, each second a gunshot
in an empty room.
60 rounds in the back of my skull.
Time, I have in Spades.
Luck
I haven't.
Copyright ©
joelmuses
... [
2010-01-08 16:38:00] (Date/Time posted on
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