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\nSomething always irritates,
\nstuck like a tiny shard of glass
\nin the softest part of you.<\/p>\n
\nSomething always irritates,
\nstuck like a tiny shard of glass
\nin the softest part of you.<\/p>\n
It is embedded in your flesh,
\nin your soul, your being.
\nIt never lets you rest,
\nnot really.<\/p>\n
All you can do with the shard
\nis to poke at it and worry it
\nand feel it and know it
\nover and over forever.<\/p>\n
Over time the shard gets coated
\nwith the slime of the mind
\nand the smooth nacreous shell of growing.<\/p>\n
The shard stays in place,
\nbecomes lustrous and plump,
\nsmooth as a tumbled opal.<\/p>\n
thus a wound becomes a gem<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Something always irritates, stuck like a tiny shard of glass in the softest part of you. It is embedded in your flesh, in your soul, your being. It never lets you rest, not really. All you can do with the shard is to poke at it and worry it and feel it and know it… <\/p>\n