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Wearisome Game There's a player playing a self-destructive game It takes rhyming and timing he thinks; all the same he's cringing in a line wanting to be at the door but he's second, he guesses or third, or more. He doesn't really know where it goes how many are ahead of him who she'll take instead of him how many words he is writing exactly what failure he's inviting how to deal with frustration, fatigue how to capture a queen out of his league how to dance with her nice and slow or when to let an obsession go.
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