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Mar 2021
I’m gifted in many ways
but not enough to get you to stay
play me like a board game
because that’s your bored game
don’t look at you the same
the matchbox is stricken down to the cardboard
halved matchsticks by force
you’ve completed all of your chores
revealed cards for a hopeless fate
understanding a misunderstanding
leftover from baggage claim
im the punching bag at your aim
knock me out and you’ve won,
game over.
Written by
Andrea Cruz  22/F/Bay Area
(22/F/Bay Area)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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