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I played a lonely compsognathus, which is a solo journaling game in which you write a poem based on line prompts, driven from a deck of cards. I present to you my resulting poem:
Silence moves across me, ruffling, kissing
My scales, breathe easier and loose.
To overcome! To lose! –They are identical.
I pause on the cusp of decision–
I turn back. What have I sown? Is it…enough?
No. Only onward will lead to triumph.
My feet pick at the earth.
And I run.