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The Object of the Game (Free verse) by Dovina

He wallows in hurt of women who wronged him of lovers so shallow they stab him on whims and leave the very next morning Ignoring their words and their wounds he finds others to love and be hurt by They tell him why all this is but he’d rather suffer than listen He’d rather ignore their multiplied pain While holding his treasure close

Caducus 28-Jun-05/6:26 AM
I like it but the last 2 lines lack impact.




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