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Aug 2020
We give to our last penny
This game is ******* more than capital
Shimmering light, glossy lipstick and risk
We are here for a greater reason?
We will keep playing until jackpot
And when! And when will that be. Never know
We’re becoming miserable; growing tired eyes.
More and more we gamble on faith
Faith reaching to the stars and back to you
Fools we appear in the eyes of The House
Heck,  bet The House hates the number seven
In a blinding faith we hope to beat The House
And proving the distance, The House, wrong
As the gamble takes everything of us
Something ,sorrowful, a fear too great
Believes that The House will resume to win.
Coffee with Cream
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Coffee with Cream  16/F/South Africa
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