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By , Lapeer, MI
You are my stress relief,
how you stick to my fingers
peeling you off,
pressing you on,
keeps me from going insane.
I rip your clear piece off
from your beholder to play with.
The sound you make as
I pull you against the
metal teeth of your dispenser
is just music to my ears.
I use you till you cant stick any longer, leaving no trace you were ever there,
taking advantage of your helpfulness
untill I need you no more
then you are just a thing
I use to hang up my decor.





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