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Piece of Paper (Not Me)

Tears bleed black, as they fall upon the page.
Burning through the heart and searing their mark,
On the paper that was once white as snow
It will never again be pure.
Stainless, and free.
Instead it will always be tarnished.
And forced to carry something it never asked for.
The paper that is
Not me

by Silvertonge
posted on 04/21/2013

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Comments: 1

Comment by PoeticPrincess: Apr 22, 2013 3:05 am
I really like the concept, good job.

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