Oh itch, damnable skin,
Why doest thou harm harmless men?
Flick of light, airborne pathogen,
Sight: the cause for it all to begin.
So I stay away and yet you find
Me tucking away for fear of you.
You mean no harm yet you are in view,
The heart no eyes as honed in the mind.
Oh persistent thing, hateful itch,
Left me feeling with my nails.
Relief? No, run before it fails,
Shut it out, save the stitch.
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