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Junior with Glasses
Feed the peaks with dire straits
On top of the lucid and breathing desires
Harshness will forge you, all that you are
Grinding you to simplicity
The blood that you gather comes from your jaw
Your body frantic, piecing itself together
But you're steady, and dizzy, falling apart
Tightening fists
You may be so timid and scared to connect
From face to long arm, feeding your grit
The impact will refresh you for now and for all
As you toss another knuckle
You're learning, like others
Who need space to gasp for themselves
They're human, you're human
And all of you are getting older
So you fight, or you simulate
With a brush of the skin and a bump
Or a headbutt, an uppercut, a word
That signals the end of the lesson.
