Little bit of salt in the wound
I inherited it from a passerby
6 degrees of separation
Won’t save a festering wound.
Won’t alleviate the sting
Or the burn.
There is pain enough for you.
There is pain enough for me.
There is pain to spare.
Never a shortage, never for us.
Little bit of soap in the wound
To clean out the foreign bodies.
The burn is guaranteed,
But the wound is in a spot
An angle, a pull of the skin
Where relief is unlikely.
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