Cut out of a piece of paper
I am no one's paper Doll
Cut up in pieces from a paper cut
I am torn, my flesh barely opened my heart pounds the shore
Like salt in a 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 paper Doll
Bob Jenkens
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