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Gym lights take a little while to run
Flickers, bickers with itself
Fade on
Nightly, he lays, contemplating
The escape of his talent
When did it happen
While I run my manicure on his scalp
Attempting to purge anxiety 
He always said 
The Gym, Mami, it's always artic and bleak first thing
But once I step out onto the court, it doesn't matter to me anymore
All I remember seeing is me, my finest companion in my hand
And the score
Between winning and regret
Baby I want to be the best
Can I be the best?

Echo the ambition in his footsteps
There he stands
I haven't been granted sanction
Into his sanctuary 
Curiosity often maims the conscience
And I creep to rediscover
This extraordinary lover
eyes colored willpower 
This Basketball playing man of mine
What a Man is made out of is always displayed when unseen
Palming the ball delicately like it was his final shot
Check it 
Check it,
Ally opp
Running is part of the game
Some people, he says
Run away
Others, run towards
And there he goes, sprinting, towards a world I cannot see
Only him,
destiny forcing the artist to take the definitive bow
Concluding performance to the empty stands silently screaming his name
Wrap it up, unrivaled, box and deliver
This is the last time
All conceived hopes and dreams constricted into the physics of the free throw
Rebound, there it goes

Appreciate the pose
Of the defeated hero
Beautifully disengaged 
Kneeling in the middle of the polished battle field
Hand gripping the uniform of the brave
Sweat devoutly healing the wounds of his pride
Lifts his head and gets up again
That's my man
Endless sand 
running through the hourglass doesn't mean time 
The definition of time to him 
When the scoreboard reads a tie and ten seconds left in a game
Desperation leaks from hardened eyes
Cold determination 
Seeps through barriers and mixes the flame
Of passion and logic
open and out, 
Flick of the wrist and the shoes with black tips
Go up, burnt orange glory soars
One last shot, baby
That's all you got
love affairsof the guaranteed always allured
Sanctified worship of Lady Luck
Masquerading as a pair of lucky drawers
After a loss like this
Alone, amidst
Broken dreams, a broken heart
Bonds crushed, vanity scarred
By the fatal mistake
Of believing in faith
Basketball is his life's love
I am merely his mistress
Here he stands alone
Shadows I have only seen in deepest repent

Release
Rebound, 
Check it
Check it
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