Random poem: Those.

Those

Those things. Those thorny things. Those papercut things.

Those difficult-to-explain things. Those minefield things.

Yeah. Those things.

Those thread-on-eggshells things. Those cut-and-bleed things. Those hurt-quietly things.

Those glass shard things. Those cross things. Those intense things.

Those burn-inside-like-a-star things.

Yeah. Those things.

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