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I bring a crumpled paper to class,

torn, shaded, but there.

Alone sitting on a narrow desk, 

torn, shaded, but there.

When collected it seems the same

torn, shaded, but there.

but alone the scars challenge it's fate

torn, shaded, but there.

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