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On Paper
He was good in a poem,
Not for any one person
Like rain,
On a hot day
A warm blanket,
On a chilly day
He looked good on paper,
Even with words crossed out
That's what made him real,
His imperfections
Not being able to hide,
Within the shadows
Not for any one person
Like rain,
On a hot day
A warm blanket,
On a chilly day
He looked good on paper,
Even with words crossed out
That's what made him real,
His imperfections
Not being able to hide,
Within the shadows
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