Cutting
A razor in between the pages of my bible
So my parents think it’s idle
They’ll never uncover
The hardcover
And discover
The object I use to recover
I should retire
The desire
To require
A cut from the barbed wire
That acts as a pacifier
But really puts me in the line of fire
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