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May 2014
I woke up feeling grounded on a board game
it seems like I’m just one of those chess pieces
waiting for a command for me to take a move
or maybe I am the player
     -- and death is my opponent
I’m losing. few choices of moves left.
what do you expect?
   a dummie playing a game
       a game for masters
            and not for folks like me
he’s beating all my guards down
what am I going to do?
I’m near to checkmate
        death is almost on the win
I know what awaits me
there’s no way to escape
      prolonging the game
            is my only chance
                  to live.
Jo de Guzman
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Jo de Guzman  Dvo Phil
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     Cynthia Thompson, r and Jo de Guzman
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