I am afraid
I could exhaust myself.
But then
little tiny dots
of rain dribble
basketballs
on my cheek.
And the sport
begins
with a buzzer
and a knock
on my door.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 4:53 PM UTC
I am afraid
I could exhaust myself.
But then
little tiny dots
of rain dribble
basketballs
on my cheek.
And the sport
begins
with a buzzer
and a knock
on my door.
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