You didn't go away, pushed my words away. Why did you want to stay and keep tormenting my day? Upset I was, forget I won't, don't again grab me by the throat, I won't float your boat. Twiddle dee, ho hum rum, I just wanted some un-naughty fun.
You fold me and place me between the pages of your life. Kept safe for when I'm needed. You crumple me in your fist and toss me away. Only to be unravelled and pressed flat in realisation. Just an after thought. You write upon my flesh the words that you hate then strike them through with distaste. I'm impregnated with you perfume and held against the breast of loved ones. Only to be folded again and placed between the pages of your life. I am your servant, paper.
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