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By secondhandsmoke Date: 2002 Nov 11 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.11.20.28.10472]] |
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we never stop playing games as a child, i played house, school, and rockstar. now i play the game of love. 'tis a tricky game but if you're good enough, you just might win. it's a game of lies and manipulation, fantasy and bribes. hide your cards don't let them see your hearts. maybe you can woo her with the right prize. what's her price? flowers? gifts? words? tears? flash your winning smile maybe she'll think you're telling the truth... maybe you'll even think so too. what is this fickle game we play? mixing hearts with daggers getting lost in the cards nobody told me you're not supposed to put your REAL heart in the deck have i ever really known love? has my life been a game all this time? i've never known the winner of any other game to run away in tears. |