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Chess Epic: A Split-Second Dash For Life And Furious Pursuit

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Chess

He lifted the black Queen
sensing victory in his hand

clipping mine on her crown,
she fell face down. A frown

burrowed into my forehead.
King exposed. What to do?

Look over there Austin!
He did & in a split second

I scattered all the pieces
Then ran as

He screamed you bastard:
chasing me in the street.

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