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Paper Cut
so thinly pale.. soft.. weightless
folded into planes and cranes
worn until it’s not the same
just a beaten page
she’s crumbled in the corner
counting every hand
she’s paper cutting
folded into planes and cranes
worn until it’s not the same
just a beaten page
she’s crumbled in the corner
counting every hand
she’s paper cutting
Published 1st Jul 2020
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2nd Jul 2020 00:37am
2nd Jul 2020 2:02am
Awww, this is so sad, but it's beautifully written. Excellent writing on its brevity... Clever metaphor, fairy ❤️
2nd Jul 2020 5:10am
Dear T,
Poignant. I connected to this write because feeling like a crumbled piece of paper seems my way of life lately. Balled up and tossed carelessly aside. I suppose it’s maybe because I allowed it somehow. Your write focuses in how fragile emotions and life really are. It doesn’t take much to say much and your write spectacularly does just that. Well done. H🌷
Poignant. I connected to this write because feeling like a crumbled piece of paper seems my way of life lately. Balled up and tossed carelessly aside. I suppose it’s maybe because I allowed it somehow. Your write focuses in how fragile emotions and life really are. It doesn’t take much to say much and your write spectacularly does just that. Well done. H🌷
