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Oct 2014
Give me a word and I will play this game with you.
We're in it together
and your guess is as good as mine
so we might as well get along.
Four hands in the dark
might be more than two,
and what we find under them
can be shared.

Any word will do.
There are no tethers
to tie
nor knots to loose.
No time to lose,
so construe all you will,
and still,
here we are
in the dark.

If there's a God
waiting to be found
here
I have a feeling
our hands won't get there first.

However,
I think I can hear
someone laughing

far away.
BB Tyler
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BB Tyler
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