You gamble wrong, hoping
I’m like the others. I ain’t.
I’m the one who’ll kill you,
make you better, or abandon you;
but never hope you’ll care.
I’m the one who’ll make you
bigger than both of us, lift you
thriving above surviving. I’m the friend
circling your heart’s winter with fire.
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