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Jan 2021
She moves him ‘round the chess board,
dodging bishops, pawns and rooks.
She coaxes him from square to square
without a second look.

The white knight cannot catch him.
Piece by piece, the foe now yields.
Her king is safe; the game is done.
The queen controls the field.
Chris Chaffin
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Chris Chaffin  48/Cisgender Male/Vancouver, WA
(48/Cisgender Male/Vancouver, WA)   
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