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- CAZ
- Nov 9, 2017
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Puppeteering
I am not a good writer.
Why then, must I write?
Poker in the dead of night
Did I lose my house,
Did I win
that which I’ve dreamt
NOT that it matters
I’m so fucking dramatic
that everyone knows I’ll be back next week
I sit alone, still hoping
that you will find a better man
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