Skin is soft and white
and full of bugs
that eat at your soul
You were meant to turn brown
blosom with leaves
and be cut down
Paper was meant to be made
students were meant to learn
but you were white
pale
and forgettable
you served no purpose
but breathing in air
that blackened your lungs
Now you fall to the side
hollowed out
pale
dead
and forgettable.
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