My love for him is like a game of poker;
I expected a jack of hearts to complete four of a kind,
Got a king instead screwing with my game,
Kept my poker face on,
And watched him get shuffled back in the deck
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PoezjaA book of poetry by an amateur who is trying to get back into writing novels like I used to. This story will never be completed because this holds the words I needed to get out and will always be my poetic diary. Ignore my annotations, I want this t...
