You seemed to bear a grudge against
Every paper crane that left my hands.
Reverse origami, you said,
Gleefully unfolding my creations.
"An examination of purpose —
An exercise in deconstruction!"
Big words, I thought, casually refolding.
Small man.
Oct 2, 2023
Oct 2, 2023 at 11:34 AM UTC
You seemed to bear a grudge against
Every paper crane that left my hands.
Reverse origami, you said,
Gleefully unfolding my creations.
"An examination of purpose —
An exercise in deconstruction!"
Big words, I thought, casually refolding.
Small man.
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