you swallow the lie,
hesitation quivers….
all the cards laid out,
smoke fills the air.
burn down the house,
if you can if you dare.
true hearts pawned
for a drink and a smoke.
till the naked are left
angry and broke.
putting years in the meter,
a nickel, a dime…
lovers are fools,
destiny, and rhyme.
still beneath the heat,
the curse, and the hiss…
your lover, and your friend…
betrayed by a kiss!
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