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You made your move

And changed the grooves

Of your established tactics.

You picked me up

And placed me in your game

Where you’re acting Delphic.

This maze isn’t one I’ve sussed

And I’m stuck finding

The right way through here.

Your enigma is something

I’m always going to try

To reconfigure.

And now I’ve lost the exit

So, the only route from suffocation

Is delving deeper.

But the friction from our

Ups and downs has balded

Any hand holes out here.

The Puppeteer: Work
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