matt_rosales
Aug 07, 2006 21:28
-Paper Cut at 2 AM-
there is a wound on my finger.
it lingers.
like a painful memory
of a lost loved one.
it burns.
like a tiny ember
strapped to my finger.
it bleeds.
like water trickling
from a faulty faucet.
there is a wound on my finger.
I put it there.
-end
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