paper girl was folded over
seven times is the limit they say
try it
it's scientific
you can never get the back doubled to eight
but still paper girl curls the corner of her pages
like wings of a white crane but filled with
scribbles
she curls at the corner of a hall holding back
tears
there are no more blank spaces
red ink splatters
mark her back with angry letters
screaming alphabets that march towards her ears
crawl through grey hemispheres and reside there
her head bows with the weight
with the pressure
she loses her composure
paper girl unfolds
baring her soul, perforated
a cobweb of words tied with hatred
...and then it was over.
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Give me some beat, mr Saxo!