You lay down your cards,
and show the red of your heart.
Putting everything you ever had
on the table to be clubbed and torn apart.
And the darkness of that club is shown blacker
as you bury that black-and-blue-and-red heart, ‘neath spadefuls
of black.
And there it remained,
your beating beaten red ace in the hole,
forgotten and compressed
under spadefuls of blackened soul.
Until you’re guided back, and slowly dig it back up
But the years of dark have changed your heart, so you give her your diamond
of red.
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too close for missiles, i'm switching to guns.
Great work, you've earned a fav.
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Breaking Stereotypes since 1991.
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Breathe.
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