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Mm, you trace the fold where I've been bent
Rain in the gutters hums intent
Words bleed through paper, slow and thin
You read me softly, paper skin
Hmm, hold the corner, don't tear the seam
Let the crease recall what it means
On my paper skin—let the ink sink in, oh
Write your quiet truth where storms begin
If I split at the bend, press me flat again
On my paper skin—let the ink sink in
Mm—paper skin
Oh—let it sink in
Rain lines on glass where midnights cooled
Scars like rivers learn their rules
You smooth the crumple under light
I almost hold, I almost write
Fold me softly, edge to spine
Name the tremor, line by line
On my paper skin—let the ink sink in, oh
Thread the ragged edge where rains have been
If I split at the bend, press me flat again
On my paper skin—let the ink sink in
Mm—paper skin
Oh—let it sink in
Paper cuts sting, but they heal the same
When the hands are warm and the touch is plain
If the weather tears what I tried to save
Write me back to brave
Tape on the spine keeps chapters tight
Margins confess in charcoal light
If pages warp when weather wins
We stitch the tears with gentle pins
Turn the corner now, breathe it in
Let the fold become the skin
On my paper skin—let the ink sink in
Hold the quiet line 'til words begin
On my paper skin—let the ink sink in, oh-oh
Seal the folded heart with a steady pin
If I split at the bend, press me flat again
On my paper skin—let the ink sink in