If I were a poem
If I were a poem
I'd ask you to fold me up
and put me in your pocket,
then at the end of the week,
toss me in the wash
with the rest of the clothes
And when you find me there
smudged and smeared,
ripped and tattered into
little unrecognizable pieces
don't worry about it,
I was already like that.
-stephan
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