NOVERMBER 25th, 2017:
My move is made in a game much larger than myself;
One foot forward, two feet back.
How does one distinguish the genuity of brilliance
from the furtive agenda awaiting its awakening.
Simply — the good from the bad.
Two feet back, six feet down;
The repercussions always sharper than anticipated.
Masks fall off — you will see it, but you will never forget it.
The mask does not hide their flaws,
It extorts yours.
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