Bleeding Out

First cut, to bite deep into the bracelets of fortune;
second cut, to lay open the fault lines;
third cut, to make it like a hat trick.
How many times must I show you
the insides of everything I
have already given?
Watch me dwindle
away to nearly
nothing in
your arms
until
I

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