Origami
By mwalter1907@gmail.com
Tue, 17 Jul 2018
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So often you control me,you tear my life apart,
I’m not paper that you hold,
or that you can fold, into what ever you desire.
Like paper you treat me, and like paper are my emotions
they wear thin from your touch, growing almost transparent,
Your constant folds upon me are taking their tol, there are creases in my tired eyes.
Your killing me for your art.
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