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Aug 2011
Bright lights
Spinning rides,
The games for the prizes.
Next game,
    To the Next game.
Prize to prize.

You seemed so committed,
So serious about
Us.
Until You got what you wanted,
Then with her dark brown hair
brown eyes,
I found you with,
               I leave.
Then the next one,
      To the next one,
       To the next.  Is the game still worth the prize?
Kat Paige
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