There on the edge
a blanketed room quickly filled,
she stood there, fists at the ready.
Cheering to the punches
she squarely landed the blows
front page news, she was in love
and she took every possible chance
to bring her opponent down.
Looking in awe at the display
modern barbarism at play here
she was the winner at last
had the black eye to prove it
walking away arm in arm
she swore she could have gone on
tonight was the night
Love won.
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