Sunday, February 19

28 Black

Someday's I hold hope, or maybe it's fate?

But can fate really rearrange all the wages I've made? 

The hand, the card's I've played. 

Should I bluff and forget? 

When all the luck has run out. 

Should I forgive this roulette wheel?

I don't know, maybe someday.

For now, I'll continue spinning.

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