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Feb 2016
Just run, don't fight
Sprint into the cold of night
Muscles pumping, no frostbite
Out the door and out of sight

Hands raised, on defence
Opponent has a death sentence
They swing wildly, stupid and reckless
Knuckles cracking, time to end this
Like if you fight, comment if you'd take flight
Viseract
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Viseract  23/Trans Female/Adelaide
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