I have paper cuts,
that spell out the wedding vows,
you forgot to make.
I have paper cuts,
that tell me to wait, sleep, hope.
I am impatient.
I have paper cuts,
that feel like your warm embrace.
I can’t stop reading.
I have paper cuts,
that tell a sad love story,
but I cannot cry.
I have paper cuts,
that will never recover.
Heal me. Heal me, please.
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