Before the move;
Ape, murmur, obey.
I am twin of your voice
Mirror it
What a shame I wear day
As though I were insane,
You obedient with moves, bold echoing
motions, image, moods
Until you rock the enemy
Then you move
The chess piece starter
How incredible
to be grown, sensible,
whilst I maddening.
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