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with nothing said
you took it from me
I taught you how to make your own
but "Theyre not as good as yours"
they would stay afloat, go on for miles
we never saw them again, your paper boats
plain paper, white like snow
only to get dirty in the muddy roads
I made you some more paper boats
I didn't know they cut me
till the last paper stained red_______________________________
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PoetryCollection of literature by one author. - All written by me - Update whenever I can. Warning: This might be an endless journey.