Poem?

Cut my palms open

Watch the rain pour

You sit there frozen

You cut your thumb

Awaiting my reaction

Like a sweet little puppy

I decline the distraction

The blade is dull

But it's no use

You need to cut deeper

When you refuse

The reaper disappears

-Ry

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