• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 01
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Rock, Paper, Scissors

Our lives were rock, paper, scissors
A myriad of cut-out encounters and decoupage dates
Pleat-folding our hearts into creased concertinas
Only to spring apart under pressure
Becoming unstuck
Super-strength glue not enough
To bond us, prevent us becoming
Insignificant others to each other
Hand-crafted strangers in a pop-up town
Waiting to be made into something new
Waiting for something behind the fa├žade
Of cardboard emotion
Waiting for the cut to make it seem real

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