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And so he sits
once more
folding his life
into an origami box.
Paper walls,
cellophane ceilings.
Counting out syllables.
Sequenced
to twist-**** the mind.
And quietly
he sits
ghosting the room.
© Pagan Paul (04/03/19)
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An extra piece to my poem Fool's Diary posted 2 days ago.
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