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TENNIS

April 8, 2019
By Anonymous

Distant stares into the eye of her opponent

Faint cheers dissolve into focus

Gripping her racket tightly,

Hands, stained with red marks

Thoughts spinning, flying, fade away

One goal, one chance

Her eyes follow their every move,

Mirroring one after another

Hoping for a single mistake

Or perhaps, a spurr of success

Finally it ends, and then

Despite the result

She does it all over again



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