Win It All by Leonora Ellis
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Win it all,
Gambling man,
Hell, it’s beckoning.
Hold your breath with me,
Do things a sentence at a time;
Pain is a thing known.
Watch us steep in heaven
Young man,
Surely then you will hold my hand?
Allow me to pull apart the ground beneath me,
Allow all other things to push through.
Feeling is a thing once known.
Win it all,
Gambling man,
Because that’s the cut of you.
Words by Leonora Ellis
Images from Unsplash
Editing by Emily Gough