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1d
fresh from the printing press,
sharp corners and stark, black
words: the ink and the stories

read me through and through

read me

over        and    over        again
words     become     faint
notes        in     the        margins
corners     once     sharp
dull           dying           dead

corners sharp
are corners rough

new   and   inconsequential

corners dull
are corners read

dull           dying           dead
Written by
kai  16/FTM/Michigan
(16/FTM/Michigan)   
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