Untitled - Poem by Michael Liu
One charming day there was a stranger,
who took his heart out for a wager.
pocket aces ran his blood cold,
steaming and furious he lay down his soul.
deuce seven offsuit lost him the duel,
but says this fool:
For the rest of my years, I’ll work as a mule.
On the poker table posessions never lasts,
one last request, could you lower your mask.
A chuckle, came the answer,
and there he was, staring at a mirror.
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