Scratched Souls
I was
burning
with curiosity,
and wondered
how it would be possible
and what would be used
to scratch one’s soul;
It seemed unlikely to me
when I was young,
But one day I was about to learn
they were never the sharp nails of a lady,
nor the sharp teeth of those who get greedy
but sharp tongues of those who are green with envy
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