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  • christine

I am paper

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


Thrown away

With no tomorrow


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