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Stapled (Free verse) by GregDeEgg
Hello, staple
on the ground.
Why so bent out of shape?
Had a rough day?
Woke up too soon?
You frown as though
youâve fallen from
some important document.
Did it reject you
forthrightly?
Or did you do something
to displease it?
Or were you put here
on purpose
as a prank
from a paperclip?
Do they think
you are unable
to hold
your own weight?
Do you feel wasted?
Is it that you want
a quiet place
at the corner of
a page?
I can see
that youâve fallen
from high places,
but regardless
of where,
there is a paper
in your spot
on the floor
at my feet--
it is blank
and dispensed
nearly carelessly
but it yearns, most of all,
to be stapled.
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