Delicate, fragile skin.
Soft, Smooth.
Paper thin.
The slightest scrape,
Of the sharpest blade.
And out pours the blood,
A waterfall.
A flood.
Thin as paper.
smooth as silk.
Cold as snow.
White as milk.
The blue and violet ribbons
That hide below that skin
Colourful blood flows through them
Still and untouched within

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