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Dec 2016
[Opening]
I play dark, you play light
Your move towards me, a pre-destined sign
I want your heart, I gave you mine
But my gambit, you decline.
[Middlegame]
Your pieces out, a closed defense
But I can tell, you mean "yes"
My royal pin, you reject
So I keep you, in a constant check
[Endgame]
I had played the perfect game
My forcing moves you couldn't escape
But your hidden queen, comes into play
You stands your ground, stare me down, and state:
Checkmate.
Written by
Ishani Behera
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