Smoke
An uneven start,
the same potential;
Hustle creates moves,
you are owed nothing;
Keep your strike silent;
Secret to fire?
Control the flames;
The board is yours,
stepping ahead;
Opponents
in the lead
always fall;
They can’t
hold your
smoke.
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