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Isaac Fox Jul 2014
I never knew where I would end up.
But I know I've found my place,
In the tenderness of your grasp.
Or the bitterness in your clasp.
The moment I saw your face,
I felt the world turn.

Each morning the globe is spun,
Spindled around an axis.
Some people may choose to test the sun,
Many get burned to ashes.

The lottery of life,
Is unpredictable.
You didn't have a choice,
In the cards you were given,
The only thing you can do,
Is always stay driven.
Play the hand that was dealt,
Like your life was on the line.
Each breath is a gamble,
I may as well go down trying.
Ben Ditmars Jun 2014
scratch off
your disease and
match the dollars,
instant cash from
bells and cherries
like the drawings
of a whistle aren't
symbolic or a warning
for bottomless desires,
buried dreams replaced by
objects cheaper than a
chance or step into
uncertainty.

© Ben Ditmars 2014

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