I need you to know, now, that you've done a real number on me.
The evidence is died in ink-
my pages are frayed, and worn, and tattered for all to see.
It's not fair, you know, that a new page should have a stain.
Fresh, and clean, and ripe with possibility
shadowed and cluttered- tarnished.
Tearing pages would have helped-
if it had been done at first, and quickly.
To have ripped the tape from tender skin
may have avoided this scar.
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