One comment on “Bending Paper to Fly. (The Paperman)

  1. Entwined fear
    tangled with pain and pleasure.
    A forbidden desire, cutting to the edge
    eager to come out and explode
    like a million dying stars.
    That is the pain you make on me,
    so tantalizing and toxic
    bending and folding
    you molded me.
    So why do you
    scold me.

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