10-24-2013, 06:37 AM
I attempt to sharpen my creases,
pressing along lines whispered at birth;
the quest for shape never ceases.
While a simple cup quenches my thirst,
still I wait for a crane to burst
from these refolded pieces.
(6/15, small edit to get rid of the two folds.)
pressing along lines whispered at birth;
the quest for shape never ceases.
While a simple cup quenches my thirst,
still I wait for a crane to burst
from these refolded pieces.
(6/15, small edit to get rid of the two folds.)
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