There they lay, 16 paper dolls.
Forever entwined.
Hand in hand.
At peace.
Don't ask them to part because they won't.
You'll have to cut or burn them, because they are a resilient bunch.
But even in slivers and ash, they remain together, for no one knows where one begins the other ends.
Crumpled or bashed, they remain intact.
You need to get rid of all of them to get rid of one of them.
True friends are paper dolls.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 6:41 PM UTC
There they lay, 16 paper dolls.
Forever entwined.
Hand in hand.
At peace.
Don't ask them to part because they won't.
You'll have to cut or burn them, because they are a resilient bunch.
But even in slivers and ash, they remain together, for no one knows where one begins the other ends.
Crumpled or bashed, they remain intact.
You need to get rid of all of them to get rid of one of them.
True friends are paper dolls.