The canvas taut, a square of shadowed space,
Where sweat and fury leave their brutal trace.
Two figures poised beneath the glaring light,
A primal dance, a battle in the night.
The bell's sharp clang, a signal to engage,
A storm of leather, on a furious stage.
The jabs like lightning, swift and sharp and clean,
A calculated rhythm, a violent scene.
The...
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