Stacked

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What do I owe the wind
when it cools a savage forehead
rage that would not be comforted
laying me down
in a cloud-made bed

The fatigue falls over me
weary of body and mind
do not make me
say goodbye twice
please, do not take away
my loaded dice

I’ll be damned if you
will take that back
carousel and wagon wheel
will I owe the sun for waking me up
getting lost in you and what I feel

Like a maid you directed me
used me up then gave me back
I’m tired
I’m lost
but my heart beats your aces

no matter how
the odds are stacked

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