Call a spade a spade

Or at least that’s what he said

The decks were stacked against me

It appears I’ve made my bed

He said our love was broken

Sharp glass left in shards

I don’t understand his reasons

No one ever taught me how to play cards.

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A Short Conversation is a collection of stories, thoughts, and general musing. I like to write like I'm slamming a door; loudly, and with purpose.

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