Woolly feelings embarass me
I sense sharpness, but smell softness
press my body up against the wool
very pleasant indeed, all covered in wool
still it's pierced by sharpness
butcher's knife-sharpness into softness
whoever survived that?
are we meant to or is this the end?
Feelings of sharpness make me wince
I seek the wool, bask in the smell, but
every atom cry out: Beware, beware
somewhere is the butcher's knife
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