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Stale air of the basement

she found herself in, sat down to play the game

of luck, death, life or a few hundred bucks she

didn't know.

But she knew how to handle the chips,

how to move the cards, aces first with queens last.

She was not low, but high, winning, she

floated on the hollow platform looking so

solid from above.

Sticky coins they 

kept her stuck in the game letting

go was no option never was never 

will be

a long ago or another far away in the place

of a desire

fire

she thought to have breathed

but only ingested the pieces of the game

on which she choked and promptly died.




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