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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