Paper Poem by Kayla Daley

Paper

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Crinkle
Crackle
wrinkled torn body
reaching hands that cannot copy
hot bright colors
that burn into my eyes
bringing many a tear
and adding to my fear
will not let it destroy me
you can see
the paper which so fast
became this black ash
I will not be it
I will not be it

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