Funny, how things build themselves.
Frailty only found in delicate touch
and strength given only where
pain should be
But still, these things exist
for a reason.
If not my pain, yours?
Are the gifts you give,
so unknowingly,
the gift of blood
taken from the generous
to feed the unworthy?
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