The wrist:
The neck of the hand
tingles when touched.
Fragile as ice on a lake.
Under which the waters of
life flow in red glory.
Often this paper thin skin
is savaged by the slender
blade of despair;
Red rivers drain
and weaken the heart.
The Wrist:
Delicate Neck of the hand
under which all life flows.
Not Long Left
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