Your fictional life.
It left a mark...
this fictional life scurried up the page
from the paper onto the table plane
where it began to bleed in circle-stain
upon the pretty linen table clothe
it completely horrified the housewife
who labored hours trying to scrub it out
but the husband was so vexed by such waste
of Time as to deem the whole thing be tossed
together they plunked down the practical
plastic-spread as would surely launder well
only their orphan was left in lament
over the Mandala that had been lost
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