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Sensitive—

I suppose that I am

It’s nothing I cultivate

But my psyche is like

A sponge from a multipack

From the clearance bin

At an “anything for a dollar” store

That has been wet and dried

And scrubbed across concrete

Until it disintegrates

But I’m not really a sponge

I fall apart, but I stay together

Maybe, I am wrong

I soak up all I see

But perhaps I’m stronger than I think—

I crack yet stay intact

As you rub me across sandpaper

And I’ll absorb still more after you toss me aside