Paper 11-10-04
A single sheet of paper
Somewhere for my thoughts to escape
This pencil is worn and dull
Teethmarks
This paper is ripped and yellow
My only connection to my soul
I’ve forgotten everything
No memories
No feelings
I all I have is this paper
Ripped and yellow.
Copyright © Susan Dwinchick | Year Posted 2006
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