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Nov 2018
Busted lip,
broken socket
shoulder slips
out of it,
bleeding
and bruised
crusty scabs
will form soon.

I hope the
swelling
will recede
so when
I awake
from this sleep
I will be able to see.

Anger is all spent.
I purchased peace
with punching fists
and taking too many hits.

I walk out head held up,
at least until tomorrow
when all the adrenaline fades

The other guy
walks by
limping while
hanging on his
girlfriend's shoulder.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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