i folded him into so many different shapes
a tiger, a pig, a heart, a swan
his broken bones turned paper thin with no time to recover
a star, a frog, a cow, a sword
until one day the creases became too worn to go back over
and i ripped him apart in random, mindless chaos
trash
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Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
