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regard me
as the pages in your notebook,
cover me in ink, tear me out, fold me up,
carry me around in your pocket until
my creases become perforations
that you may tug and tear at
before you set me down.
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treat me like the incense on your altar,
light me up and ******* out, use me,
let me smolder until i am spent,
and sleep in curled ash
that you may sweep into a dustpan
tomorrow when you go
to
light
another
stick.
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