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Poker

Help is sought in many different ways.

Cards held tightly to the chest.Bluffing is an art at best. Each contestant poker faced.Every action noticed, traced. Watched, scrutinized, weighed.Judgement most times mislaid. Humanity plays yet another card.Keeping players all on guard. Not wanting to...

I saw her do the dance of loss in rainAs streetlights gleamed above her hair of red Her eyes were glowing as she cried in painBecause she made mistakes and was misled. I saw her do the song of grief in gloomAs echoes of her mourning rang aloudHer tears co...

How can I reconcile the two? Happiness and the urge to grieve. One is a dream at last come true. One is horrible to believe, By both I was filled with treasure, From both I derived a pure bliss. Meeting one has brought me pleasure. Losing one has brought...