Chrisp are the crinkles
deep wrinkles
Rectangle
edges
sharp as a blade
permanently pressed
try as one may
creases remain
Behold the beauty
artisan placed
in every fold
painstakingly
When attempting
to smooth out
paper crane
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Aha a unique crispy crinkling cracking good poem. I say, Nice to read u again.