Paper cuts like a knife – Bombay, December 2002

I’m playing with a piece of paper,

and trying to listen to what you are saying.

The fine careful words you choose

to hurt me with.

 

You might have hurt me,

Had I listened.

Had I not been hurt instead,

by this paper cut.

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