Paper

Fold me,
mold me
into anything you see.
Make me,
decorate me
as pretty as you please.
Tear me
asymmetrically;
let me flutter in the breeze.
Love me,
touch me,
measure my every piece.

I am
everything you need.
I will be
anything
you want me to be.

Marie

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Synthetic

Change my nature
to cure the illness
plaguing me.

But I feel no change
come about
at your touch.

Only noise
and false promises
from false gods.

Synthetic devotion:
a loving display
of affectations
to appease the wolves
at your door.

Marie

Note: I’ve just written this a few minutes ago, so there might be a chance I will be making a few changes later on. Good night ^.^

**Update** Changed the “,” after the word “devotion” to “:”