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Sep 2014
Deal the cards
I nibble the bait
Same old game
Just the same

I love to play
When I’m lost
in
In false intentions

Blinded by the glow
Like a crow
Who's found the shiniest
Bottle cap
But doesn't know

It’s really not
Made of
the
The finest gold

I wise up
Call your bluff
Show me your cards
The gig is up

Seen it all
Been there before
The hand was planned

Hate to win
I haven’t won
You were never there
& you’re still gone
Dawn King
Written by
Dawn King  Loma Rica, CA
(Loma Rica, CA)   
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