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crimson's Articles In Poetry
September 23, 2006 by crimson
I showed my hand too fast aces three of a kind but I went blind when you dazzled me with all four sevens. You smiled like a crocodile all teeth and predatory leering and I'm fearing that I'm not going to get away fast enough from you. Not a shark just a lucky hand understand that this means nothing in the circle of life. Not a rebirth, not a death, Not an arrow in my heart, just start to back away slowly now, because I'm on to you. So don't thrill me with a collection...