Mike Dolch


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Between Rounds

In between rounds, the protagonist is in
his corner now, bleeding, and dizzy.
'You've gotten soft on me, my boy.
You're no longer the heart I know,
why have you shape-shifted so?
I know you're still in there, my boy.
I know you're still in there.'

Two days sooner, this would be no match,

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