Pain and lies are handed out like scraps of lottery
I passed along my ticket, masked desire with poverty
We could have talked and traded. Eyes and mysteries.
I cheated with my prayers, you with pornography
Wondered where the balance was and where we'd finally meet
I saw you in the fire and I found you in the street
on a rainy night in June I found your window with my feet
I've been clubbed with misery. and shame and pain and please
Spare me spades of death in hope and darkness' fantasy
Feels like I'd laid myself face down upon the table like a three
and fate was flipping cards until she found the heart of me.
Matches made coincidence in sunshine's memory.
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