at narrow street
with gamble minds
and grumble hearts
mingles…
I found my queen
in quanta of visage…
for I am the king
of four countenance
I never loss this
play…
at narrow street
with gamble minds
and grumble hearts
mingles…
but, don't push me
away from it
for without it
I'm lost.
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