Not A Gambler

Time has woven a subtle spell,

Around memories in my head,

Till I couldn’t tell you what went wrong,

Or what kind of words were said,

 

There was a reason, it must have been good,

For why I walked away,

Leaving a stacked deck and a royal flush,

With my perfect hand unplayed.

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