desires are wildfires that show up, like candles tall as trees,
my face belies me, so do not take advantage of me and play poker,
with my poker face,
I would wear my heart on my sleeveless shirt, I know it would beat and
stay there by itself for you, beating the odds, thumping them out at 4:1,
without skipping a...,
the cliches that keep us together are all that we have,
we have only had bad times and I wouldn't know a good time,
if it waited on a street corner,
like I am now,
alone.


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