Blade
Blade of a fan
Or a knife
Took some getting used to.
Pain of it all
Factual or perceived
Pain is pain
Love is love
Not one in the same
If they were
It would not feel this way.
Novocain that wound
Stifle that feel
Reinforce that steel
Light
Will eternally
Penetrate
Even if it is amongst the fake.
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