crumpled and rumpled and worn
like a love letter faded
by a million fingertip caresses
sent through the wash
and hung up to dry
my heart creased
folded and reopened
and folded again
in the origami of hope
making swans or pandas
or roses for those others
as practice and pray
I don't tear beyond repair
whilst whiling away the time
waiting for one
magnanimous and kind
with whom I'll fold into
fabulous fantastical shapes
intertwined
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