A Losing Hand Of Poker
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Mark Heathcote
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A poison text...
A poison flower...
In a poison, heart...
'How can we draw blood?
And say that we - belong
Together as just good friends
And remain forever in a storm
Looking for a rainbows-end:
How can we pretend?
We haven't vented such pain;
And anger - now the drug is over
Like a losing hand of poker.'
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