the game of fools
he moves, i move
i move, he moves
yet, we stand still
in the game of love
like pieces on a chessboard
lost, in a game
no one truly wins
each opponent
strategically
trying to outwit, the other
and here i thought
the object was for the king
to stand next to his queen
the games we play
rook to i nine
--mom
yeah, my mom's a G, she wrote that. She just wrote the story of my life...
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