Paper with no ink

26 5 1
                                    

you tore me apart

crashed me brutally

left me creased on the floor

you took me back up

unfolded me

tried fixing me

and then you realized,

no matter what you do

you just can't fix me

for a piece of paper,

can never be what

it used to be 

once it crumpled

c.a

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