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Jul 2014
When that blade breaks the skin
and blood spills on that high carbon steel
The chemical release, forces a grin
and then the guilt becomes again real

so another cut must be made
till the guilt starts to fade
and all i feel is the brief and fading release
to explain what  i  felt when i used to cut, not to be mistaken with why i cutted
Dallas Allen
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Dallas Allen  America
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