Tricks up your sleeve
Smiling kings and queens
Never reach my pair
Smirking and silent
The king unsheathes his sword
And gently slides it on my flesh
Thick wet blood
Is borne from my pair
Veins bleed down my face
As I close my eyes and regret
The cards I laid on the table.
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