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Tennis is not the only sport I'm bad at

Basketball, Chess, Carrom, and Love

I try

to wake up in the morning and forget

your face - the wrinkles

and how it bent

around the eyes

yesterday was your b'day

and I know you'd complain, so I tried

to film a song

but the camera failed/ so many notices

of debt/ piling on the gate

my nuisance, your sad fate

our beloveds locked in rage

the tennis racket hung-

now awaits

it's an empty house

would you still be my date