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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • Mar 9
  • 1 min read

Are we competing, though unaware, 

mere pawns in an unseen game?

If so, let me find favor in the game master’s eye 

and stake my life for love. 

I need not win, only to place. 

Play to the death, die to lead the race. 

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