Shred

Copyright Julia Bydulia.

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You are the
----------------------------------papers that I shred
on Saturday night when I realize
I have

more important things to do,
-------------------------------so I procrastinate.

You

------f
----a
----------l
-------l

like melted snowflakes
to the fate that you have chosen.

You drift
---------------down
----------------------and down
until you touch the floor and
reacquaint yourself with the
grooves in the wood.

Make me smile like you did on
that day when
-----------------------we first met
and I'll shut down the power
until you can regain your composure.

----Because

you are the paper I shred
without
-------------------------------thought
and without---------------------- mercy
until there's nothing left but
single letters and

unfin-----------------ished

th---------------------------------oughts.