...8,9,10 You're Out!

The nervous sensation running down my skin,

the only thing I feel is the desire to win.

The wraps in my gloves are sweaty,

my shoulders and arms feel heavy.

I threw my last punches with all my power,

they were so fast it looked like a metoer shower,

one punch landed on me, the lights went out.

the crowd jumped and screamed

...8,9,10 you're out!


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