The cards split, tokens careening to the floor, emblematic of what the system tore. I can’t fit anymore: this house, its chains of consolation, its bemused misgivings of conflagration. The facade, hiding behind the face of confiding while the colossal interruption of deception pokes holes in my reception. Fire cleanses before destruction, but in the midst of that reduction, it just burns. I just yearn. And fortunes grown thin when nothing can win. While the fire tears through all I hoped was you.

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"The cards #split,
#tokens careening to the floor,
emblematic of what the #system tore..."

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