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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