Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Trump Card

When it was just enough
To be us
The wiring inside worked
Anything was possible
It made sense to see
Our reflection in the mirror
And then she came quietly
A master player
The ace of spades
Stolen in the night
And my hardwiring collapsed
Broken, burnt, a unique theft
There is no place left for us
A mess of lost thought remains

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