paper soldier

made of paper 

folded by an illusion 

paper boy breathed but was not alive

mended with confusion

with insomnia until five


not sure why or how he got there

nor when or where he'd gone

but paper boy marched

he was proud of what he'd done

with paper girl while she arched


given her heart

he tore it plainly

caring not of the pain she received 

specifically or mainly

he changed for all who perceived


paper boy;

folded loosely

never cautious

he wishes he'd been watched closely

but these thoughts only made him nauseous


he was fighting a war


never to be won

but he was fearless

for he gave himself the gun

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