In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade.
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
“I am leaving, I am leaving.”
But the fighter still remains.
quotes
new year, new ink
if you ever want to hear a poem, i’ll gladly recite this one
in the words of john green
in the words of mr. cummings
this is what you can do with words
hymn 145
just give me a reason
it’s a shame about the weather
this is still the place that we all call home
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