If you love her do something
because she
is
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                  ☁                                n              ☁
                             g
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    .
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and no one else
can catch her

The mind commits suicide long before the body does

I remember the first shot.
It was one of those silly bank shots.
Right on the corner,
From my favorite spot.

My first real shot.

I remember the game.
It was one of those movie-like games.
All *******,
and a buzzer beater take.
The best kind to make.

I remember the jersey.
It was one of those real baggy jerseys.
Number on the back,
and the matching shorts.
Playing on the bigger court.

And I remember the shot.
It was one of those three point shots.
I knew it was my last one,
So I had one last wish.
I watched that shot go in with a swish.

It fell through the basket,
all scooped by the net.
And I finally realized,
that this was the end.

The endless crowds and shoes and shows.

But tonight was the final of five good years.

and I watched the door

close.