gloves
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I know it isn't cold,
But perhaps my hands are.
Yes they are fingerless,
Which makes no sense to you.
But the cold is not the reason I wear them.
I wear the gloves for safety,
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,
