Paper Cuts

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I've got
newspaper ink on my fingers,
paper cuts between my toes
letters dancing across my shoulders,
and paperback stories imprinted beneath my nose.

Perhaps then I could see the world,
perhaps then I was alive.
a roof above my head, musty dampness,
but I could still see the sky.

Oh, but today- my story has been forgotten
today, the words have run out.
dog-eared corners and brittle nails,
but today I've lost my page, and I'm shrouded in doubt.

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