How touching you are sliding across my arm.
My loving little razorblade
How touching you are
Sliding across my arm.
The closest anyone has ever been,
Running through the deepest part of my skin.
You lift me up
When all goes wrong.
A little guy
Whose love is strong.
My little razorblade
Forever stuck with me,
As my love
Cut out of history.
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