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The Game

The Game

We play this game 
to cause each other pain 
I love to play 
and take your life away 
holding the knife to your throat
i don’t mean to gloat 
but somehow the tables turn 
and your knife is what I yearn 
we play without rules 
and we use some tools
once you through a chair 
now is that really fair
guess it is when I grab a gun
but it makes it more fun
Day or night
we put up a fight 
we love it both the same
this little game we play 

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Richard Waters

Forceful intense often dark piece which tends to lose focus where it has to concentrate opinion and interest. However, the work is generally poignant in assessing violent motivations in regard to degenerative causation in disciplinary measure.
You have to come to terms with the reasoning behind manifestations of volatility before delivering presumptions on idealism or aspiration. Great effort though on a hard topic from which to conjure fresh anticipation. 
Your writing significantly varies from tradition or standard practice.
Take care.   :)
All the best to you and yours.

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BookWorm

I’m confused by what you mean... 

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Mikayla Maslin

^ anyone would've thought you'd posted an essay answer by that respone lol..... whatever it is he's getting at; I for one LOVED this piece. I can relate to it on many occasions. Sometimes to be hurt by and to hurt the one you love gives a twisted yet blissful rush. A confused expression of passion perhaps. We've all been there. 5 stars, liked and pinned xoxo

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?POETRYDELIVERY

Hi bookwarm . wow thats was terrying. Wen i was done reading. Could not help but notice i had a sword in my hand..  Why i dont know. It felt real ...thats probobly why..???? thank yoi great peace.
really. Feels like no rules!!???
thank you for writing that.?????
????PoetryDelivery?®
 

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BookWorm

Thank you! And you’re welcome

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