Barbed Wire

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Barbed wire cuts through my arm,

but the cut goes deeper, much deeper,

cutting through my carotid artery.

You created a noose of barbed wire,

tried to hang me,

but I can't die, it's not that I'm immortal,

but I'm just immune.

Immune to your taunting and teasing,

your words will not hurt me,

they may choke me, create a wound,

but they will not kill me.

So pliers are pulled from my back pocket,

cutting the barbed wire from my neck,

put it on display around yours,

so you will never forget.

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