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Paper Cranes
My paper cranes came to life tonight.
Their frail bodies that are nothing squeaked,
Their hinges unadapted to movement,
Sounding like the cry of the real thing,
Whatever bird a paper crane resembles.
I cried because I knew my mind was lost
Or maybe I was slipping away
Into the between state
But I don’t sleep, do I?
I don’t sleep.
Slowly their wings sliced the air,
And they circled my brain
Dropping seeds in it’s wet canals
And watching weeds grow and choke me.
“I’m sorry I’m so selfish,”
I keep tasting the words.
I can’t decide if I was punished for my narcism
Or if with seeds came haunting words.
I’m sorry I’m so selfish.
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