Baseball
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baseball where everything is a statistic - but everything isn't a clean statistic.
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It didn’t work out. *sigh*
What were the odds? Statistics...
- love isn’t baseball.
Where do regrets start?
Should I regret the sunset
- or mourn holding hands?
Or shame desire?
Baseball.. Well, at least he
didn't get to first base. =]
Copyright © Anais Vionet | Year Posted 2020
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