Nocaute

Calça a luva. Prepara teu cruzado.

O soco, amigo, é a véspera do estrago,

O fim anunciado de qualquer peleja.

 

E se a tua força já se torna fraca

Amortece o punho frio que te ataca

E sangra nessa lona que te beija.

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