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this gambler's arm rests on the raised felt beside the blue and white poker chips reaches in the soft light through the rising smoke receives wishful breath and casts the die
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
A Gambler
this gambler's arm rests on the raised felt beside the blue and white poker chips reaches in the soft light through the rising smoke receives wishful breath and casts the die
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
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