Punches And Distress Espinela
With the colors of that sunset,
a slight shiver hits my bloodstream.
Following darkness like a dream,
facing fiends I am the true threat.
Do I speak the truth? Place your bet.
Skill feeds on punches and distress.
The best version reigns I confess,
my sincere grin greets each new foe.
Never one to walk on tip toe,
lethal is my match I’m fearless.
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