Wrists

Hold them in desperation

Hold them to gudie and aid.

Slice them with fear.

Burn them for a release.

Wrap them in bandages.

Dangle circels of rubber and paper.

As a sign of injury or location.

Hold your beliefs disguised as decoration.

The most sensitive place.

Bur rary touched the way it should be.

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