ah, poor paper cut ── poem by unidya on SpaceHey

ah,

poor paper cut.

light my way to freedom.

ah,

poor paper cut.

set my gracious season.

ah,

poor paper cut.

sound my worried bells.

ah,

poor paper cut.

see what lighten tells

ah,

poor paper cut.

taken to account.

ah,

poor paper cut.

blood as damped as howls.

ah,

poor paper cut.

chills are bent thy why.

ah,

poor paper cut.

die the unconfined.