Smell me bleed kool aid dreams
cut
out
of a piece of paper
I am
No ones paper doll
Cut up in pieces
From a paper cut
I am torn
my flesh barely open
My mind pounds the shore
like salt in an open wound
I only sting and deserve more
A mirage in the desert
A miricle is in the air
I am cut and torn
Not real
I am just lifes paper doll
Bob Jenkens
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