Paper Doll

Be kind to my paper heart
Your words, like a torrential rain
Would soak and tear it asunder  

Only you…

Love me for my paper skin
On which you’ve tattooed your ire
The scratches you make might rip into me

Affect me…

Worship my paper limbs
No matter how careful you touch me
The creases made can never be smoothen

Otherwise, I am steel.

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