her paper worldA Poem by Anxelinunfolding her hands she stretches a paper trail hanging the stars in their place she folds and bends creating skies of paper mache she tears them away all her beautiful origami ripping and throwing them astray falling to raging fires they burn and they burn turning to ashes, into piles of sand her deep breathes softly turning blowing them far off they begin making a surface for our feet to bewalk dissolving in embers they churn in the flames churning and churning they melt in the rain falling drops of acid streaming from her face eyes facing her world dying they wash us away
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