O no it doesn’t hurt,
Let your knife linger there,
It flows warmth down my back,
I can feel someone near.
I want now to lose,
And pain took me to stitch
With my own awkward hand
God I felt every pinch.
And I hear the light thread,
Of fickle steps in the dirt,
That knife sharpened sharply,
yea it sure hurts.

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