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Description
I don't fold neatly and my edges are frayed
and I am not content unless I am floating
between lives and eyelids.

Blink and you'll miss me,
I am an unfinished sentence
hanging in whispers
from the lips of some greater unknown.

I grasp at words, desperately adhering them to my chest
But they always peel away in time
leaving strange fragments
of some incomprehensible language.

I want to press them against me
until they are indistinguishable from my own skin,
letting them sink into my pores like sunlight.

I want to be worth a thousand words,
but words are so heavy
and my arms are so frail.

Description
I don't fold neatly and my edges are frayed
and I am not content unless I am floating
between lives and eyelids.

Blink and you'll miss me,
I am an unfinished sentence
hanging in whispers
from the lips of some greater unknown.

I grasp at words, desperately adhering them to my chest
But they always peel away in time
leaving strange fragments
of some incomprehensible language.

I want to press them against me
until they are indistinguishable from my own skin,
letting them sink into my pores like sunlight.

I want to be worth a thousand words,
but words are so heavy
and my arms are so frail.