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Jan 2021
I  hate that you know your cards so well,
left with not more than to sit  and dwell...

on the woes and the pains that makes the inflammation swell  
and the secrets you choose to no longer tell.

I hate that you know your  cards so well,
the metagame structure, the moves and spells.

Stories  from NPCs, the canon and plays,
leaving you locked into the old ways.  

Playing tapped out hands, old janky tricks...
with  a table flip as the only advisable fix.
Written by
MissNeona
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