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It doesn't matter,
when you play your high cards;
It just doesn't matter,
if it's the first hand or the last one;
Sooner or later, you'll reach the inevitable,
An empty hand,
And all your cards used...
So it is I,
who either takes a risk now,
and throws some high cards in,
or just waits till that last hand,
that last day;
where age would've conquered him,
his time, and all that is left behind...
So it is I,
who will take that risk now;
For you,are that "someone" who is worth...
Who is worth taking risks for.
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Pieces of Mind
Poetry#66 in poetry 5/11/17 ~~~ Yet something hasn't changed, for I still wished I could pulverize into atoms, and become the air you breathe in... ~~~ From when she made me human...
