Paper Mâché

I’ve got a heart of paper maché,
of scraps others leave behind,
of their elephants trying to remain unseen, 
of what’s unspoken, between the lines

I’ve got a heart of paper mache,
of layers upon layers of glue,
of all the smiles and hugs and tears,
of a mold, form fitted to you

-photo found on Flickr

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