- 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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