tears in front of
the ancestors' tomb
again
you'd think at
twenty-eight
I'd learned all my
lessons
but Lynn & Gretta's
littlest girl
lost the chips she thought
she'd win
stuck between an atrophied,
near-calcified heart
& a hard place
good lord,
she's still fighting to
salvage face
to keep her name
but all these pitfalls
are none but hers
to blame
never a gambler
but ever still playing
the game
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 3:48 AM UTC
tears in front of
the ancestors' tomb
again
you'd think at
twenty-eight
I'd learned all my
lessons
but Lynn & Gretta's
littlest girl
lost the chips she thought
she'd win
stuck between an atrophied,
near-calcified heart
& a hard place
good lord,
she's still fighting to
salvage face
to keep her name
but all these pitfalls
are none but hers
to blame
never a gambler
but ever still playing
the game
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