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Dec 2018
To the one who won, player one, the spoils.
And to you, too bad, player two, mere scraps.

Thorns of lust entangles hearts, and coils
****** into a void, accept the collapse

This story has a hero already, player two.
The princess in another castle; saved.
Not by you.

And so the question remains Player Two
Second best is in your fate, you'll always lose, can you still-

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   J and Yann
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