The cut

You cut me
The knife edge
Sharp
You cut me
To win his
Heart
You cut me
And love was
Culled
You cut me
The knife was
Dulled
You cut me
There was no
Blood
You cut me
A flower in
Bud

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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