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A Paragon
Like a starfish― you are
not a star, always opening
the shells― with your tube fest
to find the pearls.
Predator― you will attack
in a crowd― when it is dark―
coming out of your skin.
Flesk for flesh. It was your dynasty.
I cannot reconcile. I cannot
play the game of chess―
and checkmate the opponent.
Will wait for a nemesis.
Unorthodox. The nature
reveals its move― in the galaxies.
The earth is in―
mid-life crisis.
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