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Nature Of Violence

The bell rings.
It’s fight night all over again,
Here comes the red fist,
Full of blood and anger.
His knuckles like four combined conkers on a lace,
Connect my face.
Followed with another and more,
Out powered by a monster and nowhere to run,
Because he locked the door.
A nature of violence in his blood.

As I curl up on the floor.
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