Saturday, February 6, 2010

I feel like parts of me are on the table
Scattered round like a toppled house of cards.
Spades piercing,
Clubs to beat you senseless with concern.
Hearts beating,
Diamonds glittering like a ray of hope.

Choose a card, any card.
Put it in your back pocket
or hold it near your heart.

There's no winning this game,
This gamble in life.
One thing's for sure
They make a really nice house.

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