| Chessmate I see you always. You dodge away- I�m right there. I anticipate. Mask your two faces. Hope I wont expose you, but I�m biding my time. Nothing can you do. I perceive your every move before you make it. I am way too quick. This dance is foreign to you. Look before you lie. Game. Set. Match. Over. One last swipe at my face. I Barely glance. Checkmate. |
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