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Tug Of War
Sweat and tears and laughter flowing through
Your body while your friends cheer you
On, and cheer your opponent on.
You both want to win, but in order for one of you
To win, the other has to lose.
It starts off friendly, tentative
You keep eye contact, you smile
You want to enjoy the comradery.
There are no sides according to your audience
But both of you know that there is
A rig...
Wednesday 22nd July 2020 5:01 pm
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