Human Chess GameA Poem by Tania Leigh
my thoughts are poison, seeping through the thin walls of my veins evil is the blood that feeds me, rushing to and through my brain. my laughter makes them nervous, and they wonder might I be insane? but I just laugh at ignorance, they’re chosen pawns in my human chess game and unaware of their roles, oblivious of their fates, clueless of the carnage to ensue when I call checkmate © 2008 Tania LeighReviews
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Added on February 5, 2008AuthorTania LeighNHAbout4/7/08 When my "Phobia" contest is completed April 18th, and winners have been chosen and notified, I'll be leaving the cafe indefinitely to focus on my family, as well as my first book and website. .. more..Writing
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