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Me in the blue. Violent, shirtless pugilist, wearing leather shoes. Dancing on the canvass and pities the fools with no reflections. Muscle and mind synchronized to face the strength of his weakness, weakness to his strength. The only one who understands the sacrifice, training and pain. Timeless crucial ignorance. A dance of true love if there ever was one of pure violence.
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
Me in the red corner.
Me in the blue. Violent, shirtless pugilist, wearing leather shoes. Dancing on the canvass and pities the fools with no reflections. Muscle and mind synchronized to face the strength of his weakness, weakness to his strength. The only one who understands the sacrifice, training and pain. Timeless crucial ignorance. A dance of true love if there ever was one of pure violence.
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
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