BATTLE FOR MY SOUL Saucy prongs of shredding lines rust, dust, on the croacky floor saggy shorts and shredded gloves black patches, stains of old wine. It was a toast to victory a couple of thousand years ago fling of the fist with killing blow. Yeah, the good book has the story. What goes round sure comes around ample space, time, for a match again but no spectator, all lost to shame, not one, worthy to throw a mound... ehm!... Turn on the lights may the best man win! As it was, the best man sure wins... Its a battle for my soul tonight. #Neva_dai
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 10:19:03 +0000
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