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Sep 23
Love,
There's an Ace up my sleeve,
But I must leave,
Before even playing that trick.
One more hand will end me,
No stand will mend me,
Time to lay my head down in this crib

Love,
My passionate fire,
You won't understand my desire,
To retire from this crooked game.
'Cause you are the cause,
It was your claws,
That kept me all in each round.

Love,
You threw me in,
Like your ***** little sin,
To be devoured by hungry sharks.
Turn me down,
Slice off my crown,
With your diamond blades so sharp.

Love,
The sharks across from me now,
They don't understand how,
A lady made me so green apple coloured.
I've lost my nerve,
Too scared to reserve,
Even one more cut of the deck.

Love,
I have to heal,
'Cause I can't deal,
I've been dealt one card too many.
Drawn out and flushed,
Straight on a purgatory rush,
'Cause I was paired with you.

Love,
My lady luck,
I'm busted and stuck,
Broken down to my last penny.
Help me to close out the night,
To not put up a fight,
So I can play this final river and run.

Love,
Cash out my heart,
You owe me a repair of that part,
That's been beaten dark by your clubs.
I'm all dressed in suede
Expecting to be buried by your *****,
When I exit this game and leave you.

Fin
Written by
Philip Salt  40/M/Canada
(40/M/Canada)   
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   guy scutellaro
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