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Flipping coins between the sheets



Heads- I win



Tails- You lose



So you see its not ok to be



In a limbrobotic pose



The tides can't turn nor change



what has occured



The solar cortex begins to stir



Burgandy seeps into my



folding chair



He asks of me to deliver



    my soul uncovered



         B  A  R  E



But I'm the one who



should be asking you



      What kind of life is a wasted life?



      What are dreams without a dreamer?



But for now I will settle with this:



If all at once all the illusions seem clear



then maybe I will discover



Heaven in an acceptable font.



But until that day comes-



I'll just take my coins



because the game was



rigged



You never had a chance to



win