over this

dice clamber
their scatter a cubic unusual,
breaching suspicion
with their loaded
glimpse.

that
matter peculiar
with poker'd stares and
measured bets
these roulette
guns
six ghosts to one.

over impaired
my eyes
this gamble
a holstered pistol
my deck of cards

I've spared none.

The End

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