Take me to that place where people come to meet. To shake their hands a greet. But never underestimate that one touch of flesh you felt, the memory of the person will depend on what they dealt.
Please don't get me wrong this person may be good, but this person is in a game which hangs on life like thread. One minuet their there next they are not. Gambling for their life with only one winning hand.
They lay there on the table with their hands on their face. Trying so hard to find something to replace, that emptiness which feels life death. So why no just try to suppress. That unluckily you have lost, and the game has come to an end. Please don't weep for it's no use unless you have to defend. The devils hand which is just around the bend.
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