Objects: Washi Tape

They dress you up in flowers and cute animal prints

Like a pretty picture, you sit and wait

A make-believe world, displayed for all to see in a 90-degree square

I am drawn in by their promise of joy found by possessing you

You are here the next day

Lined up like a soldier standing to attention

A schedule so meticulous

It wears you thin

Your strength fades

Too many times touched

Cutting you into pieces

Your glue watered down by their cheapness

I see your corners tumble 

The weight you carry begins to strain

I thought you would hold up my dreams

But, all you feel good for, is the bin

By Sam Osbiston

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