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Paper
My grip is feeble and necessary
like a paperclip;
I cling to papers
like old, thin lips clutch their mouths.
My hands are small
and they hold the world.
But the papers will scatter
from my tired grip,
cascade down my body
as a papery dress in motion,
leaving me a naked
plasticine torso.
like a paperclip;
I cling to papers
like old, thin lips clutch their mouths.
My hands are small
and they hold the world.
But the papers will scatter
from my tired grip,
cascade down my body
as a papery dress in motion,
leaving me a naked
plasticine torso.
Published 7th Mar 2014
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