This is a borderline tacky poem indirectly inspired by the Senior Project that I wrote today. (For those of you who don't know what that is, I'll probably end up ranting about it sometime, so no worries.)
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Rusty Paperclips
Make my fingers burn.
Rusty paperclips
They make little brown lines
On important paper and
Love notes, maybe.
And maybe the papers cry out
If they knew…
If they knew…
But they don’t know—
That rusted metal is what leaves
Scars on their fresh corners.
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Adios.
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I fail to see why it is tacky.
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