written by: Mickey Mason
I will not do it this time, I say, as I unwrap a fresh Edge.
I will not do it this time, I say, as I clean an innocent, virgin spot.
I will not do it this time, I say, as I give Edge a new home, and slide it on burning, tilting my head, and my eyes, and my back, back.
Such a thin line…
Such a quick motion…
Such a dumb little child, not seeing the star, behind those blue, blue lines…
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