Pallas Giuditta
pick a card, pick any cardpick the center, my heart hit hard
you pick black ace, i dig my grave
the suicide king, the jack and knave.
pick joker and my heart do jest
pick ace of reds, put me to test
play the game. i am your sweet solitaire
dreaming of sweet scents awash in your hair
and on crossing the bridge, toward me he ran
the omen or blessing - the axe-wielding man
but queen of hearts, for thou conquered mine,
forever remain of my days the argine
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-03-14 at 22:48
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