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Nine of Hearts

the black word at the top "Confuses" probably not just me but what does it me on this card all about satiation of a puzzle piece of Freudian slips of the ego maniac dealing me a hand of a two sided card The Blue "Spirits" written on the bottom upside down I do no know the right side up and the "masks is there on the side just one card professor just one card the nine of hearts a piece of the puzzle a piece of the chapter a legacy of five hearts upright showing me there is more love than what may be topsy turvy four hearts upside down under the top five and when i flip this card over what do i find on the other side the six of clubs a card of success Blue on top a word that speaks "Alone" Down at the bottom and upside down an omen written "within" and on the side i have "expressive" My deck of 26 cards with two sides and these are just a few of my favorite things the puzzle of Freudian slips the word game spirits within confuses expressive masks alone I'll never know on card with two tails heads and tails would you like a reading after you read the fairytale? would you like to know more more than the yes or no to your answer and what you found here to the question you didn't t know to ask and what have you found in this moment you are made up besides the greed and arrogance you pine and hide away? did you cry did anyone come to intervene did the destroyer change your ways from those who could wipe this place clean and is time ticking tick tock ticking away to reflect within the mirrors around you echoing your souls as we all cry and cry like teddy bears banshee teddy bears is time still ticking away? success of being satiated cursed by being alone within and expressing it to confuse your spirits and mask it all such a poetic piece of art my nine my nine my valentine six of clubs nine of hearts trump taking trick winning mastermind trump hand winning card of the game fortunetellers jaw drop right now because they are also god given when they see the mirror magic of alphabets and words reflected in my living room surrounded by tick tock ticking clocks and i cry every night like a banshee wanting to rewind the tapes see what i would have missed if i didn't take it all on and what is left for me are my hands gonna be clean?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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