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First Wound

Scabs into scars brought by infectious wounds. Naughty child who used to play with hazardous and fragile stuffs. Let her hold thorns. Let her carry sharp objects. As you ask death to procure your child Instead, I hold her hand, but let her hook her first wound, on knees. Then you’ll by stand how she shrieks due to agony. When her abrasions bleed ‘til they get mended.

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