Gab Oso Poems

I love you more than my old soccer cleats,
The ones I’ll never give up.
I love you more than the perfect field,
The one I use to warm up.
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The adrenaline.
The excitement.
The energy.
It surrounded the field.
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Her heart rushed.
Her blood boiled.
Her legs shook.
Her lips quivered.
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They’re invisible.
You don’t see them.
You don’t want to see them.
They’re everywhere.
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This world is hard.
But you don’t have to go.
This world is gone.
But you can’t let go.
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