borrowed
scissors on
the table
gleam
in the soft
light
from the kitchen
window.
they are pink
as only a pretty
girl would choose.
they want
to go home,
but
you can't part
with them
just yet.
there are
ribbons to
cut, paper
to trim as
you wrap her
a gift for letting
you borrow
them.
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