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Sep 2013
Open ended daydreams and nightmares that turn to gold

Not nothing in my hand I'd rather bluff than fold



She says the ace of diamonds is the one to take the blame

The ace of hearts was wrong but she can't be called the same

The ace of clubs she clubs and she gets high for seven days while the spades subdued content contests the game they've all just played.
Bernardo Soares
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Bernardo Soares  London
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