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Submitted:Mar 7, 2013 Reads: 6 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
You have a tendency
To drop the ball
When I put it in your court
(Even when I glue it in
Your baby-soft hands,
It still manages to slip out)
I want
So badly
To take it from you
And make sure
You score a few baskets
Even if that means
Cheating (myself)
A little bit.
But,
My love,
My beautiful, blue-eyed love,
I just can’t do that anymore
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