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There's crumpled papers, ripped apart
teared to shreds
lying scattered on the floor
I've been here all day
trying to fold and fold
paper, over and over by itself
My hands are starting to get sore
Floating paper mache's
near the water, too been there all day.
Paper crane, where are you going?
don't leave me here in this disarray
Paper icicles, piercing as it might.
Paper...
all paper
the village, the people, the cars
So lovely.
A land of peace.
Dare be no fright
I loom over the sight
I shaped this all! Might i be pleased
oh this feels so right
A paper village
I created, oh what a sight! -
Paper faces, wearing a mask
on a parade
villagers
don't leave me now
not ever
as you go on and celebrate today
your lands will only grow bigger
All will be okay.
So long you don't wash away,
nor flee the village
i'd shaped
in the center of this disarray
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 10:14 AM UTC
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There's crumpled papers, ripped apart
teared to shreds
lying scattered on the floor
I've been here all day
trying to fold and fold
paper, over and over by itself
My hands are starting to get sore
Floating paper mache's
near the water, too been there all day.
Paper crane, where are you going?
don't leave me here in this disarray
Paper icicles, piercing as it might.
Paper...
all paper
the village, the people, the cars
So lovely.
A land of peace.
Dare be no fright
I loom over the sight
I shaped this all! Might i be pleased
oh this feels so right
A paper village
I created, oh what a sight! -
Paper faces, wearing a mask
on a parade
villagers
don't leave me now
not ever
as you go on and celebrate today
your lands will only grow bigger
All will be okay.
So long you don't wash away,
nor flee the village
i'd shaped
in the center of this disarray
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