Origami Monogatari
Socially speaking , we are but a blank space out of place
In speech, I speak in soliloquies of solitude under an umbrella about to be unfold
I could be a paper jet or something else like no one else, a fold untold
They choose the shapes we seize to be by their paper clipped claps
With their paper personalities on a parade of pettiness
peekaboo can you see this peak of taboo
Until crimson peak when will shall wallow
on willows of worry albeit adieu to your crimson curfew
He folded paper into paper planes and flew them into space
He was just four and he toured the milky way in an hour
He turns paper into palaces and splice them into his paper face
Such was the little boys prowess in his peculiar power
Bemused by the by and by of how butterflies flutter and fly
She folded her self a "paperfly" that flutters and fly
She folded it with wings of wisdom so it with hover and fly
She folded it with flattering feelings of nigh
For her anatomical anomaly ,a thing which could be something
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