He said
Strong think me?
Like backs of mirrors I
Strong to weak man
Weak to strong man seem
Give me no labels

Punchbag like
He said
I’ll wear thin with blows
Until one day finally split

No blood or tears
Empty in limp death
Hanging no longer useful

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