i am made of paper
not crisp, white, new paper
i am made of paper
delicate, yellow, and old
i am made of paper
forgotten and lost
crumpled and thrown in a corner
twisted and mangled
i hold dainty leaden secrets
and masterpieces too
i hold a thousand words
and yet no voices ever reach me
i am made of paper
although i bend, fold and tear easily
i refuse to be burned by you
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
i am made of paper
not crisp, white, new paper
i am made of paper
delicate, yellow, and old
i am made of paper
forgotten and lost
crumpled and thrown in a corner
twisted and mangled
i hold dainty leaden secrets
and masterpieces too
i hold a thousand words
and yet no voices ever reach me
i am made of paper
although i bend, fold and tear easily
i refuse to be burned by you
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