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You would think that death will be wearing a black long cloak; like Harry Potter’s scary and menacing dementors You would think that death will be holding a scythe; like the scary posters that you see on bookstores but no, instead of a black cloak he wears a black coat; instead of holding a scythe, he uses a pipe to smoke; instead of backing out you continued to hand down all your hopes you can pull out all your clubs and all your hearts because in every turn, your anger, he will jumpstart you can pull out all your spades and all your diamonds because in every turn, your bet will turn into thousands you will never match to him and maybe that’s why they call him grim in the end you will realize that you will never win in the darkness he will pull you in thinking that it’s too late and now you’ve finally got the clue that you can never cheat death but death can cheat you. c.a
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
Death
You would think that death will be wearing a black long cloak; like Harry Potter’s scary and menacing dementors You would think that death will be holding a scythe; like the scary posters that you see on bookstores but no, instead of a black cloak he wears a black coat; instead of holding a scythe, he uses a pipe to smoke; instead of backing out you continued to hand down all your hopes you can pull out all your clubs and all your hearts because in every turn, your anger, he will jumpstart you can pull out all your spades and all your diamonds because in every turn, your bet will turn into thousands you will never match to him and maybe that’s why they call him grim in the end you will realize that you will never win in the darkness he will pull you in thinking that it’s too late and now you’ve finally got the clue that you can never cheat death but death can cheat you. c.a
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
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