Crumpled

November 30, 2020

thin as paper,

so easily tampered

her will and character,

now corroded and tattered

it costs less than a cent,

to help a foiled soul

with paper so slightly bent,

shes not some lousy coal

yet still no one will pay what is free,

i'm afraid this ones crumples, may never leave

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