Slap Jack.

As your hand goes to my face, my heart began to race,

In fear, unlike what I say.

After all, we are just playing slap jacks.

One hit turns to three, then five,

How am I still alive?

My heart aches,

Missing the days,

Where I could pretend it was all but a game,

A game called slap jacks.

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