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Jul 2016
Sliced like a sharp blade
gliding through a melon
without a visible trace
I struggle to find you
even though, I know U
exist because I feel U
Sometimes U expose
yourself with a trickle
of blood seeping from
your edge, however U
often hide yourself well
until treated with the
old school mercurochrome
The burn is evident now
if it was not before
Strategically placed on
my knuckle U nasty
PAPER CUT are annoying
Seemingly cut down to
the bone I source my
band aid to keep U clean
heal well and heal quick.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
498
   Keith Wilson
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