You, with your paper boats, made from crumpled pages with certain attempts at poetry, written like a paragraph. Much more of blue ink ripples, zig zags than proper verses. //caption// The hair strands that were attached to your scalp are now attached to your comb. All tangled together, in a mess. You, with your paper boats, made from crumpled pages with certain attempts at poetry, written like a paragraph. Much more of blue ink ripples, zig zags than proper verses.
