A flick of the wrist.
We both picked cards with suits of Spades
I used to pretend these were just black little hearts
You leant in close and whispered so softly
But your words were just as tangled as our legs
I so badly wanted more of your breath in mine
Except your lips were sour from the kiss of another
I'll cry myself to sleep again tonight, over you
I had the Two of Hearts in my pocket the entire time
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