Sweet Sensation

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    Sweet Sensation

     The pain courses through me,
    from my arm,
    Spreading out,
    a sharp pain.
    The blade goes back,
    back to its spot,
    so secret,
    so easy.
    The blood comes fast,
    beads of red,
    so pretty,
    intoxicating.
    Then I'm better,
    it's all good.
    Rush, pop, blood,
    the sweetest sensation.
    Then, End.
    all done,
    finished,
    complete.
    And now,
    I can go on.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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