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I've never been a gambling man (well woman) [or have I?]
Just a little taste
and I'm sinking low
ready to throw away
progress
for a little high
So long in sobriety;
to some it seems like
nothing
but a blip in time;
to me,
an eternity
And yet I'm willing
to put my
chips on the table
risk it all
gamble it away
when the house
always wins
Maybe I'll keep
[it]
my chips
in my pants
At least for tonight.
One day at a time.
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