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Monday, 6 June 2016

Poem: Playing Chess

I remember how it was, 
When we were merely chess pieces- 
Plotted around by our own emotions, 
Trapped between the lines 
Where there's no gray areas- 
Everyone we chose to get close to, 
Was merely someone we were moved by 
The perfect pawns in this game. 
And oh emotions, you'd always won.... 

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