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Does the slice heal, or is it because you’ve become used to the one wielding the blade? Is it blood that flows, or is it something else? Trust in the form of red liquid? Desire masked as ribbons of molten lava? You ponder, and enjoy the pondering, because it means you feel something. You carefully weave your day around innocent-worded emails, and small chit-chat knowing that those small moments are double their worth in words. The slice is a form of measured control, expanding and contracting with each given situation. And that control isn’t yours to dictate. No, it belongs to the one who createdRead More →