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I asked a stranger once, what is fortune? is it the sands that erased great alexander’s cruel body? or  waking to find a man whose golden eyes sing the hymns of a simpler time, the tiniest Midas sideshow? and she looked at me, breathed deeply and spoke, fortune is the bargaining chip of the broke.
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 11:08 AM UTC
# 6/ The Gambler
I asked a stranger once, what is fortune? is it the sands that erased great alexander’s cruel body? or  waking to find a man whose golden eyes sing the hymns of a simpler time, the tiniest Midas sideshow? and she looked at me, breathed deeply and spoke, fortune is the bargaining chip of the broke.
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 11:08 AM UTC
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