Crinkled Paper

pieces of torn paper
strewn about on the
floor when I lost
my train of thought

shattered moments of
life interrupted
by the daily grind
tossed in the
wind

crumpled and crinkled
wrinkled and cracked
scratching my head;
the noise is too
loud and I need
to think

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