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Apr 25
You ground the **** out of me.

I expected a
flawless dive,
My Olympic-gold Diver.
So I put you 32.8 feet  
off the ground—
Above the chlorine glare,
  levelled with my expectations.
Just for you to ******* slip
hard and graceless.
Right in the last minute.
Pathetic. Disappointment splashed.
Dianali
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Dianali  29/F
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