Itch

It creeps in your mind,

a bit past reason and doubt.

Seeps in your heart,

cradles both comfort and clout.

It shivers down your mind,

melts through your spine.

Your body quakes,

"It'll help you unwind".

A scratch is sublime

But you know,

you're really not fine.

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