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Jun 2010
Rock

The weight I carry on my back
The chilly hardness around my neck
The cement stones in-between my toes
The mass that crushed my heart

Paper

To cut through my skin
White sheet that makes me blind
Folding in my head for confusion
Covering my body so it may be breathe

Scissors

Cutting my energy to make me fall
Slicing my brain to **** my thoughts
Piercing my tongue not able to talk
Stabbing my chest to take the pain away

My life
Is a game of rock, paper, scissors
©2005 Paul Celano
Paul Celano
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