21 Jan

You are the subtle wind

Also the sharpest blade

That cuts quickly from behind

With a single like motion or brush

And disappears, like fake melting innocence.

Wounds from your cuts hurt the most

But why are you always there,

Watching, watching and waiting?

Looking in silently, coldly.

 

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