The moon’s hands under your pillow
Fingers your
with the King covering his wife
The dealer holds this night
But at the door there is a man
Who pockets all the money?
The bleeding sheets still embrace the bed
And we are caught with
But a hairpin
Is undoing her hair; but with
the crown still on,
The man still waiting,
And the rest undealt shake the winner's
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