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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