Lindsi Dailey

What happens

when it gets repetitive?

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She was kind, tanned, loudly outgoing,

and had curly brown hair.

She was pretty in everyone’s eyes…

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Sadness isn’t blue.

Sadness isn’t red.

Sadness isn’t yellow.

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Practice makes discipline.

Practice makes strength.

Practice makes community.

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Perfect smile.

Perfect score.

Perfect friends.

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“On the line!”

is what my coach would yell

when it was time for conditioning.

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I’ve built a place

I can call home.

It’s my own palace,

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Sometimes I wonder,

sometimes I dream,

what it’d be like

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Joy—

something felt

when the moment

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I don’t have much range to move.

I eat what’s in front of me.

I wish I could grow up faster.

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