Poetry – Playing Dirty January 5, 2021January 6, 2021 | marandarussell Where I come from blood and names mean nothing and sworn oaths even less. But prized most of all is that old art of playing dirty - so dirty no one else can even see the game. - marandarussell.com Share this:FacebookTwitterLinkedInPinterestTumblrEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
Very deep!
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Thanks Sadje ♥
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You’re welcome 😉
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Excellent!
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Thank you!
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Or realise the game is being played!
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Yeah, that too.
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A very powerful poem
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Thank you ♥
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You are welcome ❤️
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I enjoyed the layers of paradox in this poem.
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Thank you ♥
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I like it
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Thank you!
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