remarkable as it may seem
i'm not entirely composed
although it feels like a dream
i'm sure that i've been cursed
besides the table lies the cards
face down like my drunken friend
the dealer deals with wicked hands
he'll surely be our end
and as the time flies off the clock
it's rhythm slows down the beat
the house has always had the luck
and is quick to kick our feet
across the sea lies the desert sun
it's shining down on me
and though our chances are slim to none
i'll take them gleefully
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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