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Turning Tables

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By Colton McClintockPublished 2 years ago 1 min read

Emptier than when I started

Smoky rooms transporting me to a soulless desolation

This journey of avarice only takes advantage of the unending

State of need

The intoxication amplifies the

Racing in my mind that takes chances and chases glory

I hear the bells

For others, shameless in their unencumbered ambition

Then

For myself

But it is not enough when there could always be more

The chips stack higher and higher

And my eyes turn green

The money flows

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