Poetry: The match

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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

The match

Fractions and puzzles ready to be solved His shadow walked into the room having no strength at all He needs to win this round but his hands fail to help him Body dripping in sweat, blurred vision with one eye left Final round, crowd going wild, spitting out that pool of blood His heart aches and his... Sign in to see full entry.

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