I rolled up in it's wrapper
Tossed in my bag
I never brought my bag when we met,
But that time I did
And it served as a trash can
For all the things you said to me
I'm sorry for being your gum ddakji,
The sticky wad stuck on your shoe
Stubborn and merciless
Recklessly in love with dirt and grime
Pavement slapping against my cheek,
Wrap me up in your arms
Crush me into you, into your pain
And when you're done, toss me away
Otherwise, I'll stick.
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