||Unexpected Turn||

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Walking to class, you catch my eye,

 I try to look away, but let out a sigh

You're all in white, sabre held low, 

A glance my way, and the attacks start to flow

You mock my chess, call me a geek, 

In this duel of minds, our encounters peak

 A pro chess player, moves calculated and bold, 

 In the dance of 64 squares, his story unfolds

 She, a fencing maestro, swift and sly,

 With the foil in hand, she's a dancer in the sky

In the clash of wit and blades, sparks ignite,

 Enemies in intellect, yet love takes flight

Your brilliance, a captivating draw, 

Her agility, a dance that leaves me in awe

In the realm of brains and blades, love unfurls,

 A story of nerds and fencers, a unique whirl

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