I possess an itchy wrist
Why?  You ask me
Think about it
look deep to see

Imagine a tight rope
across the air
Cutting scissors
Through thin hair
Picture a boat
on the ocean
Or a doctors scapel
set in motion
A seperation
leaving trails
Just like the slime
and the snails.

My itchy wrist
Please don't leave
See my itchy wrist
Pull up my sleave
See my snail trails
See my scapel line
Look at my wake
Itching powder left behind.

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