LOTTAPOEM
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Sliding in the red clay
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The sweaty grip that glues onto my palm
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The salty sweat drops falling into my eyes
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The groan that the body generates while hitting the ball hard
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Sliding in the red clay
|
The sweaty grip that glues onto my palm
|
The salty sweat drops falling into my eyes
|
The groan that the body generates while hitting the ball hard
|