hung-up on habits that hurt

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hand-ripping rope burns tug, yank me off balance
slippery dew-wet lawn-dents suck my twisting feet
asphalt road-rash rakes the dermis raw
golden-oak door corners poke mercilessly at my skull
low-slung coffee table joins at the shin
over-worked razor's edge yanks hair, cuts neck


all of which i could avoid, but I up i jump to do it again

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