You're outta here, Joe!

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the fibers it takes

to make paper.

If it hadn't been for you

I would have never noticed.

It is the sigh of your

boredom and constancy

that makes me listen

and search out

and scrutinize

other life affirming facets

like the paper in my hand

bond bland and flat

like you

with minimal texture

and lack of color

and yet there is so much

i could create with you

if you would allow me

and if

I don't dry up soon.