You Are The Reason I Cut


The requirement of my soul is
To learn, to prompt, to recommend,

And mend the hearts of others.

My seed
Is enveloped
In your blanket of petals.

Sleeping righteously beneath a smiling sky.

You are the reason I cut.
Why these wrists are marked with.

Paper cranes.
Paper planes.

And the sun.
Will sleep.

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