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Poem Number 1203
Walking on the court volleyball in my hands
I'm going through the same day,
But all i can think about is how that day ruined my plans
I love the sport but it takes up the day
Do I do the laundry, or throw the socks away?
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My high school, my room, my neighborhood lanes
The air blows freer without the venetian blinds.
My thoughts are infused with the passing of trains
Each station is a pleasure on the skin of all kinds
The sun sets. Meanwhile my mind rewinds
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My hands, my feet, my tailspinning pains
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