April 26, 2013
By chdinic GOLD, Enoree, South Carolina
chdinic GOLD, Enoree, South Carolina
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Are we playing spades,
while killing ourselves,
in another's embrace?
Are we holding on,
to a Joker's heart,
while we're watching our love,
in another place?
just passing time?
but how much sand,
must pass,
in an hourglass?
How many grains,
does it take,
to cure the blind?
are we all left behind?
stuck against the glass,
left to stare,
upon the silent world,
this absurd thing,
called "love"

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