I hold your hand against my barbed wire wristwatch. my beautiful one could you tell your blood from mine? I have only to turn my wrist to the left a quarter inch and both our hands will scream out as much to soak our shirts. or would you be the one to turn? to push your hand deeper into mine only to wince at the sight of our arms growing more
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