I'm doing things of my own worth
and that my mate, miss, match is
why I smile. I'm beating you
at my own damn game again.
Come contest.
Play awhile.
_____
It's not the same
you've played before.
It never is. You make
your rule. And I break
mine. To dig your call,
your slide, your cool
damn self and all.
But
you
would have to show me
that. I wouldn't quite
believe the fact, unless
you freely give whatevs
you wanted to.
That's hearts
with heads.
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