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She rounded the board
rolling doubles
landing on all of your
buying up the property
of your days,
your nights.

She built houses
on your Primal Itch,
scratched behind
every ear
until you howled,

and while,
by Chance,
you were caught
in some endless
corner, barred
from play
by your own
bad rolls

She passed Go.

© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

Day 17

Once again I’m a day late and dollar short – this is the Day 16 NaPo prompt.  Oh well!  The saga of my two characters continues to roll along through the month of April.  Not sure how their game will end up.  

She & He #13


A wild soul writing poetry.

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