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She is the deceiver, the card player, the maven of trickery;
Trust her once and you'll lose every penny.
Mesmerizing are her eyes of azure blue;
You'll see her last with a royal flush and a chuckled, "Adieu"
She lives her life behind a veil of lies;
Crouches always in the shadows of disguise.
This woman, this deceiver and prankster;
She waits each day for her one true savior.
That once faithful man, to whom she swore love;
Should have been a courtship as hand in glove.
Why must she live life waiting for that wedding veil;
Watching the matches and listening to the old wives' tale?
Doesn't she see, he will never return;
Will she always long until her ashes are in an urn?
Or will the bitter rush of reality hit;
That this woman is only cards and tricks.
No love, no life.
The ace of your heart has a different wife.
Why go on?
Why live this pain that you rest upon?
For now you are nothing, a card and a tease
No one to put your life at ease.
When you grasp that knife, have you seen life as too hard?
For now all that is left is of you is one single playing card.
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