Cut out of a piece of paper.
Iam no-one's Paperdoll.
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 miracle is in the air.
I am cut and torn.
not real
I am life's Paperdoll.
Bob Jenkens
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