Two dice

You and me, it’s a twist of fate
Two dice rolling on a gambling green

You and me, it’s too late
It was and it will always be.

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10 thoughts on “Two dice

  1. calensariel June 11, 2015 / 3:43 pm

    Hm… The idea of life being a toss of the dice… I can’t decide if that makes me feel better or worse! LOL Or tragic! Interesting.

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  2. Sabiscuit June 12, 2015 / 12:02 am

    (I came back to my reader to see if you were here and you are so no worries). As for dice. I find the idea of the odds being stacked against oneself intriguing. There’s always an internal struggle that leads us to stay in the situation or escape in pursuit of other ideals.

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    • HeavyCloud June 12, 2015 / 6:50 am

      I have an old tattoo on my arm , a heart made of two mirrored question marks. That’s what love is about… Xoxoxo, HC

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  3. Quintana Pearce June 12, 2015 / 10:24 pm

    I like the idea behind this poem, but for the record “dice” is plural. It’s one die, many dice.

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