Member Poem

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A whisper of fate, a hollow caress,
A chamber that spins in a lover’s undress.
The dance of the daring, the pulse of the damned,
The kiss of a barrel, a trembling hand.

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The dice of the devil roll shadows in red,
A gamble with ghosts, a flirt with the dead.
The breath of the bullet still lingers in air,
A silence that hums with a gambler’s despair.

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The metal is patient, the odds are unfair,
The eye of the muzzle demands you don’t stare.
Yet fingers still falter, yet fools still believe,
Yet fate is a mistress who never will grieve.

Bang—
And time is a rumor, and life is a stain,
A flicker, a whisper, a glitch in the grain.
And someone keeps spinning, and someone still plays,
For death only dances in circular ways.