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The Queen's Gambit

by molly-nixon

Lift you up, hold me down. Whatever happens, please stay around. Life is a chess game, and I think I'm your pawn I get the feeling that soon you'll be gone. I understand that there are sights to be seen, but here stands the pawn that wants to be queen. I thought you were a king, not a knight with no sword. Now I stand as queen because I crossed the board. Little did I know that's how you had planned it. Now comes the suffrage of this queen's gambit.
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