Papercrafting in the Dark
fold me into you
Make me your jagged crane
and I will lift you up
and I will carry you.
I will be your Flight.
Night, we will fly.
My paper wings will leave streaks in your sky.
Your stardust will stain me like ashes.
Night, fold me
like you fold around me,
armoring me in your darkness,
bathing me in the glow of your moon.
I am folding myself into an airplane.
Your heartstrings are my destination.
Night, I am a note.
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