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i think about my new charcoal skin
my maker, how she rounds all my corners
and purses lips
so red.
and sometimes i see her tonguing corners of her mouth
"to get the angles right"
she'll use her fingers to rub me down.
erase parts of me,
where "lights shine bright"
i'm her perfect canvas, i think.
I'll be there in a minute.
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doesn't need the quip at the end. i enjoyed the read. i think you capture the art/act well. nice anthopomorhing of the paper.
if only my toilet paper could talk
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fixed, thanks. you were right. let's just act like it was never there.
I'll be there in a minute.
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It's a really nice poem! The pacing is good, and the word choices are great. Now, if only Billy's comment didn't overwhelm me with mental images of him using toilet paper right after that...
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i have the perfect canvas for billy's arse
I'll be there in a minute.
Are you influenced by Anis Mojgani or Anais Nin?
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I didn't actually know the latter until now (I just looked her up on the google).
I'll be there in a minute.
She wrote some things people might could call naughty, I guess. Maybe you'd like her. That red font you used was pretty dirty.
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Was it? Oops. Let me clean it off.
I'll be there in a minute.
You cleaning it off sounds like a nice subject for one of your poems. I'm sure you know plenty methods.
