Between Wrist and Razor Blade

You will never, watch me fade,

between wrist and razor blade,

for all it is, just a lonely metal barricade.

You will see though,

My beard grow full,

My ears hang low,

My walk so slow.

Making a trail,

when my bones get frail.

In the dirt, between my toes,

rather then the blood between my woes.

The End

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