She knew the fight ends easily. He was gigantic; she, puny. For rains of fist falls, she got two. That rocked her deep within her shoe She was no match for violence. Like the leaf on prevailing wind, She left the fight to those who win, Then soon the phoenix rose within. She buttered him. […]
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