Thoughts runnin’ rampant, scattered.
Contemplating the outcome of what the
ending to this experiment shall be.
Moments drag swooping the face of time as a breeze that flows.
Across one’s face in the spring.
A ball of sweat skims the surface of the forehead,
as your heart pounds rapidly in your chest.
How valid the next step in your strategy to win.
Mysterious chessboxin’ in the shadows,
main event title match.
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