~*~ Cards ~*~
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A queen of spades
Dark and aloof
Cares not for anyone
Needing no proof
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The world's become
As murky as the heart
Six feet under
Walls of betrayal
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Four of clubs
Balanced, true
Beneath the smooth surface
Gales of tempest flew
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Perched in a window sill
Memories as fleeting gazella
Idly shuffling an old deck
Cold voices calling 'Bella?'
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A/N: just a little something i wrote …my first poem, so please read and review! Constructive critizism would be great!