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  • Writer's pictureShane

Through the Eyes of a Racquetball

You enter through the doorway.

I start to feel the pain.

You pound me into heartless walls

for cold and thoughtless gain.

You cry out in frustration

when I escape your wrath.

You focus on my movement

to contradict my path.

I just don’t understand this.

How can I make you see?

If that’s the guy you want to beat,

hit him instead of me!

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