I’m playing with my pack of cards
Counting the number of hearts
Forgetting the past is proving to be hard
Laying still, waiting for the cart
I put my pack of cards in a box
And throw them violently to the sea
Drowning in radiant blonde locks
As well as chucking away the key
Black ties and white roses
Rest in peace he proposes
The box with no key
Buried under the ground not the sea
peace
chris tarz giles
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