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The requirement of my soul is
To learn, to prompt, to recommend,

And mend the hearts of others.

My seed
Is enveloped
In your blanket of petals.

Sleeping righteously beneath a smiling sky.

You are the reason I cut.
Why these wrists are marked with.

Paper cranes.
Paper planes.

And the sun.
Will sleep.
Forever.