i will write
with broken pens
broken wrists
my mouth,
toes,
whatever it takes
to put words down
for you
they will descend
onto these trees
that have given themselves
for my shabby words
to you
whatever it takes
to turn paper into a smile.
balled
and in the trash can,
aeroplanes,
cranes,
poems,
or coffee stains.
whatever it takes
to turn paper
into a smile
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