Possessive Paper
I can’t live without my paper
To fold it in four
To keep myself indoors
I make my animals and my friends
But when will this end?
I am much too grown
The figures are a hassle to load
I still can’t live without my paper
To stay inside and hide
From what is real
These animals are real
And no longer am I
I can’t live without my paper
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