A Gambler's Debt
Machines clink,
Chips drop,
Shouts of joy sound
and groans of loss as money is exchanged.
The air thick with alcoholic breath.
A golden haze around the highest bidder
and the biggest winner by far.
As the ball spins round,
like a ticking timer waiting to stop.
The stakes are high.
All warnings forgotten.
"Don't fly too high or you'll lose it all.
For tonight, the great Icarus falls.
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