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A poem by little_butterfly_14
Word by word
Written and scribbled
Just look at how absurd
They all just rippled.
Words turned to drawings
The paper was full
It finally turned to withdrawings
But it refused to pull.
The paper once blank
Was now covered in unforgettable tales
I have none but you to thank
For all it needed were details.
Day after day
There was more and more to write
But no more space to say
It wasn't all that bright.
Scribbles of all kind
Overwrites and cancellation
Nothing to see behind
But I had to get it back, to stop frustration.
The paper crunched in mystery
I happened to do just that
A whole run of history
Fell hard onto the ground, just flat.
Trampled upon and lying there
I grew lonely without it
I needed it like I needed air
But I never could think to admit.
I know the paper's torn
I get that and I can see
You may have not known
But would you grant a blank page to me?
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