Yours was all a bluff
put out there
on the table;
I could only guess
where it would end
A high stakes
gamble on love.
love their games
till they stop
when the best is called
and the horses run.
The game you play
has grown cold,
time for you to fold;
with another's heart.
doesn't play at love;
I was holding the ace
from the start.
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