I close my eyes and picture what it would be like
I wrap my hand around and hold on tight
I feel nervous and unsure
It is cold to the touch but looks mysterious
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When I read this poem I feel the sharpness the damaging point. A traumatic psychology that dares to cut itself ever deeper in order to release itself.