Cut Me, Swordplay, Cut Me All the Time

with hands: splitting

water—with hands:

we dig into each other’s

hearts— (blight the

surface).

 

like hands: she

sometimes

seeps from

my (once)

nestled

mouth.

 

with hands:

I learned

to cover

myself—

with hands:

I learned

to write— (as nothing

keeps like a sad heart).

 

like hands: I

find myself

alone with her

eyes (too

long).

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