Our daily lives
hang on a thread.
All the knives
ready to shred
our bare backs.
Once we’ve turned
we see no more.
We’ve been spurned,
now they’ve tore
our bare backs.
Once we were naive
now we feel well.
But, they thieve
and now they fell
our bare backs.
Lovely đź’ś
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