Like Paper

She’d, (because I doesn’t rhyme with be),
love to be a little edgy
Like cut crystal
Not enough to draw blood, yet noticeable
through feeling, being distinguishable
against the pressed, molded
Or the bite of garlic that found its way into
a sauce before minced with the crowd
A tat that shows in winter
proudly and unpretentiously written on

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