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KNOCK OUT
To describe this awful sadness,
The melancholy which strikes
So hard, I must posit,
In contradiction to tradition,
a physical soul.
Your absence floors my spirit.
I struggle to rise before the ten-count.
I bleed, darling, I bleed.
Your blows have opened a cut
above the eye.
The men in my corner struggle
to fix it.
They might not let me
face another round.
For me the fight is over.
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