Scraps

I had a dream last night that I folded you up like paper and let you fall out of my pocket as I hurried along a busy sidewalk filled with clowns, priests and school-teachers. I watched you fall, watched you get trampled on, but by then it was too late. All I could do was push against the crowd’s body.

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