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The Game Continues: Damn you Sexy Bastard: For Making Me Continue These Poems As a Series where I Have To Write The Same Title Over and Over Again Because I Have a Type A Personality; Haiku Form.

We are playing chess
Carefully moving pieces
Who will win this game?

Time tells everything
Still we try to tell the time
So relentlessly

Rest left hand in right
Eyelids heavy, little sleep
I am still a bird

Flying Formation
Changing with the cross winds flow
See me soar from sight

Watch me drift away
No need to be saved today
Lost desire to stay

Connected to this
Web of lies and alibis
I thought we were friends

Relationship ends
My love has now departed
Somewhere deep-I cry

Tomorrow comes slow
Found lost time to reminisce
loosing you-winning me