12 Oz Gloves
it's like
the punch
that knocks
the air out
of you but
the punch
just keeps
coming and
and coming
and coming
and you never
regain your
breath but
it's the punch
that you don't
see coming
that puts you
to sleep
Copyright © Forrest Pasky | Year Posted 2017
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