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Array ( [sid] => 157875 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Place - part 1 [time] => 2010-03-02 13:52:11 [hometext] => [bodytext] => In my place there is a bell that rings every three minutes.
There is the click of a plastic rope hitting the wooden floor every second.
And there is the constant rattle of the speed ball being hit in the background.
In my place, we shout and struggle to put up with the suffocating heat and sweat dripping from every pore.
Above all this, we can hear our coach’s voice banging in our ears like an army sergeant barking orders.
The sounds remain in our heads..
Like a melody.
We are packed like sardines, vying for space.
There is no space for freedom.
No space for outsiders.
No space for anything or anybody else.
No, this isn’t any ordinary place.
Escape is impossible.
But that doesn’t matter.
We want to be here.
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The Place - part 1

Contributed by takeahittariq on Tuesday, 2nd March 2010 @ 01:52:11 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

In my place there is a bell that rings every three minutes.
There is the click of a plastic rope hitting the wooden floor every second.
And there is the constant rattle of the speed ball being hit in the background.
In my place, we shout and struggle to put up with the suffocating heat and sweat dripping from every pore.
Above all this, we can hear our coach’s voice banging in our ears like an army sergeant barking orders.
The sounds remain in our heads..
Like a melody.
We are packed like sardines, vying for space.
There is no space for freedom.
No space for outsiders.
No space for anything or anybody else.
No, this isn’t any ordinary place.
Escape is impossible.
But that doesn’t matter.
We want to be here.
We like this.

Copyright Â© takeahittariq ... [ 2010-03-02 13:52:11]
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Re: The Place - part 1 (User Rating: 1 )
by andii1993 on Tuesday, 28th September 2010 @ 05:45:17 AM AEST
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Too sick!

When I first read this I had no idea what it was about buyt now I do... it's kinda true for everyone who boxes though really, they want it.

I stuggle to make objects into poetry... it's all about feelings for me.
x

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