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I like you.
And you know I do. No more words. The ball is wherever you take it. Do not call the ball an empasse, That is a game called Chess. I am the Queen Your moves amuse me, I could be called out, checkmate, if I pretend I am that stupid. I may do that for you till you know I did that for you. It is called love. |
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Hmm... so he is your pawn until proving worthy of becoming King? I enjoyed pondering your majestic words, your highness.
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Just playing with words. They mean nothing. My heart is not anyone's my friend.
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Nice poem .
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