Today, this lamentation is laminated.
It's stiff and the corners cut.
The marker's marks erase
and nothing seems to change it (lamentably).
And yet tomorrow, which is now today,
everything is different, everything has changed.
The inflexible, non-biodegradable, twinky-preservative-esque plastic
has melted away like the candy paper wrappings on Chinese candy.
Hope is very easy in retrospect.
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