It was a gentle addiction,
a habit she couldn't, wouldn't break.
Chewing the lemon from her gin
she thought of Flynn.
Hadn't he told her that poker was her raison d'etre?
We know he was wrong.
Hers was a gentle addiction.
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Thursday, 7 April 2011
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