Razor Blade
There is a line that separates reality from your desire
Cutting a path through the gray of confusion; a razor blade
Sharp and precise; the only tool for such a task
For a moment, desire bleeds through -you welcome the taste
But in the end, nothing keeps reality from crossing that same line
Not even a razor blade
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