Blue Moon
the knife cuts into my flesh
causing neither pain nor blood
only a constant flow of ecstasy,
the craving for the cut
only diminished by the blades
smooth, slow, satisfying cut
the fading scars show
of my 'blue moon' habit
for every once in a 'blue moon'
we all need a certain type
of ecstasy craving fulfilled
only some of us choose to fulfill
it in a 'speical helpful' manner
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