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JkingyJkingy Posts: 46
We are torn
Like a hundred paper pieces
Only so
Because they scorn those
Whose hands wring the air
For people who aren’t there

We fall apart
Like a script cast into water
Dissolve
Down paths that call us
As hands hurry us along
Through a riptide

We readjust
Like a child growing up
With
Compensation in some notes
We lay to rest, ourselves in bed
But still play on stages in our head.
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