Cut Me DeepA Poem by SarahCut Me Deep There is this weird thing in the corner of my eye. Sometimes it stays there, and sometimes it streams down my face. It makes my eyes blurry, And my eyelashes wet. I don’t know how this happened, and I don’t know what it is. You cut me on the surface. Now that object in my eyes, never stops coming down. The cut is no more on the surface, it is down in my heart. That hurt still remains, even as the years have passed.
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