Confessions of a Player

June 14, 2010
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Every attempt ends in failure
Every choice with a mistake
My motives are uncertain
Disaster I leave in my wake

My actions cause anguish
While my words bring bliss
I can claim amity
Then command a kiss

My words are eloquent
But I perceive my deceit
I am made to wander
My love is not concrete

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