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I want to be adored for something and chose poetry to be that something adored for. But Annie doesn’t see why anyone would ever choose anything over love.
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Her tall and slender father smiles and worries/
as she runs across the decrepit tennis court/
and slips under the net as if to escape//
parental bonds. But, she always looks/
back at him and laughs
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