Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Paper Promises

Tattered and torn,
shredded and shorn,
wrinkled and worn.

Maybe it can,
so I might,
it’s possible.

Probably,
sort of,
could be.

I’ll let you know,
I’ll think about it,
I’m not sure.

Thin and sharp,
Light and heavy,
special and average.

Thick with words,
large and small,
Deep and airy.

Empty and full,
Cutting and dull,
Real nonsense.

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