Dragos Munteanu Poems

If life is like a deck of cards
and each of us is dealt a hand
I picture you, my queen of hearts
to love and cherish 'till the end.
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Don't speak of hope, for I dismay
the very word, I cannot say!
A drug! Addiction! And to what?
A brighter future? You're a twat!
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When sorrow shouts its battlecry
and comes to pillage piece of mind
don't act surprised, you, as to why
you've brought upon thyself this bind
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