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my wrecked spine, fibers
etched- the fadeaway
jumper. tubes and tubes
(but no voice) attach,
hunger- the last one
to have it. the head
neck throat team,
the four east team,
the final four, my horror.
from the foul line,
my horror.
there: regional finals. here:
only three points, volumes;
an early, round loss.
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