Between Moth Wings And Sore Eyes Lit By The Moon Poem by Wes Thompson
Between Moth Wings And Sore Eyes Lit By The Moon
you're trying way too hard
smooth shuffles and trick cards
and going for broke
I hold for a quick light
and you fold when the bet's right
waging cigarette smoke
you winked as the flame caught
still pushing the long shot
pulling breaths just to choke
but I know when a tooth's pulled
you'd rather bite for the fool's gold
than go all in for broke
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5/9/2024 3:39:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent - this really had a good beat - something to be spoken out loud.