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By Ali Date: 2003 Jan 21 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.21.18.49.2872]] |
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I feel like a pawn, Pretending to be a Queen, Living one extreme, but lying About the other. I am undercover Like the wind, yet I'm never there To witness my own demise, Even though I feel the pain of Death and Birth, One and the Same. You look like a pawn, But you play like a King, An instinct tells me, That you are more Than what you seem; I feel beneath this dull Surface, this aching satisfaction, Of either consummation Or isolation-- Tell me, Is it already Game, Set, Match? |