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Upon close inspection There are holes in the sheets Which have not been washed in months But at any attempt to make them clean They would fall apart They could be very easy to straighten Just a small tug at the corners On each end But they are preferred to keep crumpled Because to smooth out the fabric They would fall apart Dark blue Maybe to reflect their favorite kind of night Probably Just so that when put with anything else They manage to look fine But if the color or dusted light Were to change, you could see They are falling apart The sheets are ready to come apart No pull at the thread They are not the kind to unravel But more exist In the sense that their own slow decay Are what keep them clinging tightly The two people laying between Are very much the same If either were to change a thing They would fall apart.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
The Sheets
Upon close inspection There are holes in the sheets Which have not been washed in months But at any attempt to make them clean They would fall apart They could be very easy to straighten Just a small tug at the corners On each end But they are preferred to keep crumpled Because to smooth out the fabric They would fall apart Dark blue Maybe to reflect their favorite kind of night Probably Just so that when put with anything else They manage to look fine But if the color or dusted light Were to change, you could see They are falling apart The sheets are ready to come apart No pull at the thread They are not the kind to unravel But more exist In the sense that their own slow decay Are what keep them clinging tightly The two people laying between Are very much the same If either were to change a thing They would fall apart.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
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