REFLECTION

Tip the King

When Chess is No Longer a Game

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Heavy is the cloak of
Despair —
A weight that grows
with every breath
of air, unfair
is the burden
of every grain of sand
coursing through Time
eternal when observed
unknown when concealed
from the mind of the eye.

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I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.

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I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.

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