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Silent and alone, I solemnly gaze at the aged court. The hallowed roar of a steady stream Suffocates the atmosphere Like decrepit statues, they silently stare The deflated and beaten sphere in my tiny hands. Bitter tears, from the blackened surface Prickling my bare feet. Swish, thump, swish, thump. The rickety backboard half-heartedly Gives off a rattling cry. It's tattered net cannot take much more. An ashen pit, with stale passion Surrounding bushes gag On bleak sunlight. I dejectedly make shot after hopeless shot. A taunting figure cackles and booms.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
The Neighborhood
Silent and alone, I solemnly gaze at the aged court. The hallowed roar of a steady stream Suffocates the atmosphere Like decrepit statues, they silently stare The deflated and beaten sphere in my tiny hands. Bitter tears, from the blackened surface Prickling my bare feet. Swish, thump, swish, thump. The rickety backboard half-heartedly Gives off a rattling cry. It's tattered net cannot take much more. An ashen pit, with stale passion Surrounding bushes gag On bleak sunlight. I dejectedly make shot after hopeless shot. A taunting figure cackles and booms.
kyle-land
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
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