she looked
back at what could have been.
she stayed at the table
too long though.
rolled the dice
too many times.
cheating with marked cards
until caught, and it
was all gone.
she had it all. love, money.
a home.
she was done, but not now.
at this ripe age, she begins
again, once more,
finding a new game,
taking another card, pushing
her chips to the middle
of some table,
weary to the bone.
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