After The Match
¶ 1
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The empty terrace,
Which gave sporadic voice, stands silent.
Listless paper cups
And kiosk remnants rue the result.
¶ 2
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Empty terrace.
Empty cups.
Empty feeling.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We lost.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 By soupman 25.03.18
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