i am so limber.
i have been stretching
for years
and years
and years
the taller i grow
the fatter i become
when i am fat enough
you will cut me open
and feed me to the mill
i have heard of ambition
heard of purpose
the choice will never be mine
as i did not choose to be born
i do not choose to die
i did dream once i was a boat
a leg, toy planes and pews
no one has ever asked my dreams
i do not want to be printed on
i do not want to be recycled
today something hugged me
i thought they were trying to-
smooth as my insides
their bark, their fur
i have many more limbs
i could give many hugs
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