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Papercuts

PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:00 pm
by sapphirerose
12-16-99


Stinging
Biting
Sensation climbs
Up into my spine
Electric pulse
Red mess
Stays within
The wound
Stinging
Biting
Four letter words
Tempt my tongue
To speak
The paper sits
A danger to my hands
Sharp edge and
Thin disguise
Stinging and biting
Bringing
Tears to my eyes.