Waste Paper
ink spills wage war on pages of tears.
hard lessons are never learned, in the end.
they just pile up in a wastepaper bin of
reckless decisions. the direct epitome of a mess.
a crumpled piece of paper never
to be carefully unravelled by another.
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In the Glimpse of an Eye ✓
Poetrywhereby i capture the blissful serenity of the mundane in verses. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2018 by Kate H.
