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The scissor cuts deep
and so does the “I love you.”
The paper splits awry
and so do we.
The stapler clicks
but we never did.
The tape roll is out
and so am I.
Author: Braxsen Sindelar
Photo: Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash
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