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[bodytext] => pushed down lips slicked up hair and combed down eyes his reflection lost in stare from the wind a train cries the nighttime "bit & growled" whirring neon above him howled like the king of chance he crossed streets without a glance a careless woman by the door seemed to cry ou as if to warn but nothing was sworn a queen in a scattered gown snarled slurs cut his core the gutter door a crown he took his hat and dipped it twice his coat met the neon bar with a grin men moved as cheese less mice the demon purred at the gin his tender was refused as the barmen asked his sin a glass slipped and a hat was tipped the table laid one more member came black hair and faceless frayed dressed in gowns of fame the table boomed with ice as bet turned his head but not a single eye met chips flew as diamonds on a dollar desk the demon sat and raised the king as if to jest called him cheat and put two rounds through his chest pigeons scurried to the street but they charged only death to meet liquor bellowed whips electric chair dollars drunk in silent lair like a broken down dive the devil turned a back as if to laugh but the king wasn't done night dipped in teary eyed bath besides all odds he reached his gun and in a flash the glass seemed to smash at the table a game was played but no advance was made as a newcomer burst the door drunken in a daze eyes glowing a blaze he said called me "demon [comments] => 1 [counter] => 115 [topic] => 64 [informant] => fortunesdancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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