Miroslava Odalovic (Montenegro)
The cards of chance
the cards pf chance
space mix time in a pack
look at the picaro furious
who takes a turn never to return
in numbers free to set the fire
her words flirting with death and madness
her king is scratching the queen
her crown is smashing the soldiers
spears vengeful a poker suspect
the towers crashes
sevens are dropped out her hands
threes rolled out from out of her sleeve
and not a single ace had a heart
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