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Poker
This game
feels like hours
of waiting with fleeting
moments of absolute and sheer
terror
poem written 1/24/07
posted by reubs @ 2:04 AM
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Wednesday, January 24, 2007
This game
feels like hours
of waiting with fleeting
moments of absolute and sheer
terror
poem written 1/24/07
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