Imagine the Mind of Paper
In the pages of your notebook,
in the words written is where the tortured find a place to dwell
Where dreams take shape,
free from the watchful eyes of the cyborg dictators,
free of the judgements of those with small minds.
A place of creative reprise.
But these dreams are built with flimsy trees and washable ink
Paper houses and paper faces are easy to burn,
are easily discerned,
and brought into the harsh existence of days made not of paper
but of dusks and dawns,
of suns and secrets that are not easily kept when the paper is exposed for all.
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