She seizes the vengeful monster
The monster made from jade tints and coarse paper
She stashes the monster into her pocket
The monster of money
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She cannot extinguish this urge
This a flame which burns within her
To collect gilded coins and bills
The anticipation of winning
A grin plastered upon her face
A powdery grin stretching like dough
The dismay in loosing
Tears and salty sweet etched upon her brows
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Every day,
The monster disintegrates into flames
A pile of ashes
And a pile of forgotten memories
Disappearing
And reappearing
Once more
Day after day
A vicious cycle
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