Yours was all a bluff
put out there
on the table; 
I could only guess 
where it would end
in 
A high stakes
gamble on love.
Some players
love their games
till they stop
being fun; 
when the best is called
and the horses run.
The game you play
has grown cold, 
time for you to fold; 
go gamble
with another's heart.
This girl 
doesn't play at love; 
I was holding the ace
from the start.                
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