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Jan 21
When I sit down in front of the mirror,
deal a hand,
(once for me, once for me)
I find my opponent’s face to be unreadable.
And I win,
(I do every time we play)
And I throw my cards down in front of me
taking back the chips I’d raised.
Again, I face the loser
surprised by the bitterness on their face
(though I really should expect it by now)
And this time I wonder:
is it worth winning
if you always lose?
Damien
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Damien  16/Gender Nonconforming/Netherlands
(16/Gender Nonconforming/Netherlands)   
101
   Veritia Venandi
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