The Sparring Feels

When I’m in the square
I detect the dare.
With red rushing
My cognition stops gushing.
Toe Nails painted blue
No one knows what I can do.
I will shout
When they drop their hand out.
I desire to defeat
With the exception of being beat.
When I’m in the square
I give them that GLARE.

This poem makes me...
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