it's a gamble.
love
is.
it's the slot machine
taking
your nickel
of affection and giving
you back
a dollar,
then putting in a dollar
and getting back
a nickel.
then another nickel.
and another,
but you keep pulling the arm,
hoping against
hope
that it will go back
to the way it was.
the change pouring out,
real money,
real love.
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