Every man I ever loved their white
wives with pretty made up faces slim
wastes and boundless earning potential.
All evil eyes and swords for tongues. Every
man I ever loved dabs gently at his brow
before tossing the dice. One even prayed!
Kissed it like a crucifix. Crossed himself.
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