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I am paper

christine

This poem was first published in The Sacred Feminine: Open Skies Poetry Collection on 28th September 2021


One page amidst a forest

Words scratch my surface

Tear and shred


I am paper

Thinned with age

Wet with tears

Falling apart with sorrow


I am paper

Ripped apart

Used,

Thrown away

With no tomorrow




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