Take me on
And take me with your
Cracking lifted fits of running this
Sound jabbing twist
-ed rounds came to fists
Thirsty for giving forcefulness
Bone and flesh to flesh-ed unprotected;
Clashing blood torn from fleshy bits
Scars born & others re-torn
Came to form
His being into something with his definitive meaning
But
When no clear winner took a stance
It was another tired soul
Just bloody
dancing for some
chance
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Thin Tin String 