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Ode to Paper~ (10, June 2011)
I'm made of paper,
I'm tacked to the wall.
Window open,
Drag me out.
Bend me,
Crumple me,
I don't care.
I'm made of paper,
And I don't feel.
Torn and scratched.
I once was important,
Now just trash.
I'm tacked to the wall.
Window open,
Drag me out.
Bend me,
Crumple me,
I don't care.
I'm made of paper,
And I don't feel.
Torn and scratched.
I once was important,
Now just trash.
Published 7th May 2015
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