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Poem: Dear Paper

Dear Paper

Foul leaf

under

my skin,

mend my

cut hands

again.

Put down

the knife,

the pen.

Fall down

from tops

of trees.

Pap’rus

on bend

-ed knees.

Save us

again,

blue veins;

Burn your

midnight

refrains.

By Ella

I am an undergraduate junior studying creative writing. I am interested in short fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction and professional writing.

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