The rolling dice do mesmerize
so many rolls, so many lies
so many arguments, goodbyes
so many cries, so many sighs
Oh, what’s at stake?
When can I wake?
What will it take?
Eyes of the snake
Send me to heaven
And roll a seven
Before eleven
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2782373-numerology
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