long sleek strips of pulp
fashioned for pen or imprint
of pressured expression
meant for others
from the mind of a stranger
pressed and fashioned to comply
with either demand
dependent on the need at hand
paper, pulp, or meaning
each deserving of you
i reached for the pen
as the roll expired before me
leaving me only remnants
of space to fit
each syllable inside me
i left you as i found you
only different and filled
with expressions of words
only meant for you
written across the surface of your face
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Paper
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1 comments:
The last line is brilliant and original. It was as if it slapped me in the face.
A unique and very original prose.
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