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Jan 2020
we play
till our hearts got in the way.
You tried to stave off love.
I was in –
well, maybe sort of

Love is a game
with no rules
written only for fools.
You put all your chips in.
But in the end
lose everything.

Love is a game
with high stakes
because it takes
all the air out of you.
You’re useless
an empty pool.

As you sit at the bottom
you wonder
how did you ever
go under?
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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