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he lands on the hard floor;
his head brim of ringing noise;
bones feel as if they're gonna break,
muscles feel like lead;
the pounding of his heart.

warm blood seeps from the crack within;
eyes slip in and out of focus,
ears senseless from the shock
and nerves tingling numb...

taking a deep breath
he tries to get up.
his brain screaming at him
his soul encouraging him to persevere.
he knows his bones can't break,
he knows his body won't fail him.

the feeling of standing,
even though his back isn't straight
and one arm hangs painfully limp;
that warmth of relief,
the heat of determination,
flows throughout him.

his thoughts are back.
he got hit. bad.
he shakes his head,
clearing his mind;
opening him to the way to his goal.

he may have fallen a broken man,
but he stands with a soul intact;
and he knows what he needs to do.

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you are patient,
you are kind,
you'll never leave our minds,
you can hurt in the behind.

you are tender,
you are strong,
you would make a good steak,
and could last forever.

you are pleasure,
you are pain,
you're about giving,
and not what we stand to gain.

you are honest,
you are trust,
truth here is a must,
stop thinking about all that lust.

you are beautiful,
you are sexy,
sometimes you're so petty,
nothing but messy.

you are nowhere,
you are everywhere,
people are always looking for you,
surprise them, that's what you always do.

you are everything,
you are nothing,
no one could ever find the right words for you;
i know it's not nice,
but your name will have to suffice,
so... what are you?