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hushed whispers
they're waiting

he positions the ball
takes several steps back
and runs forward

a swift kick
sends it flying
soaring over
the pitch

the crowd
cries out
its disappointment

he missed

a scowl
painted on
his chiseled face
muttering curses
at himself

just like
the time when
he left her

he let her go
like sand
through his fingers
slipping
sliding
exploiting every crack
in his walls
he was defenceless

he is broken still
the rebuilt fortress
doesn't repair
the damage
wreaked by her

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so the dallas vs. detroit nfl game was pretty good

xx alina

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