Poker Face

woke up this morning and this came out. I don't know why but if you want to adapt upon my guest :)

I am the jack

Right hand black

Losing the fight for inspiration


You are the kind

Beautifully blind

Searching without contemplation


We are the seed

Solemn, decreed

To be what it is in the pack


Ours is the heart

Bled from the start

How much is in your stack?


Clubbed together

Paired forever?

It’s all Kings and Queens to me!

The End

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