A paper clip is innocent

A paper clip has an efficient use 

A paper clip binds things so you may not lose them 

A paper clip sits innocently at the edge of the desk in a office that is open from 9 to 5

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A paper clip rests inside my thin plastic mattress

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A paper clip never sees the sun

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A paper clip glistens in the artificial light that is shining on what looks like a pitiful attempt at release that drew two drops of blood. 

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A paper clip lies abandoned in a bag labeled confiscated. 

Soap is innocent 

Soap has pure intention

Soap wipes away the grime of a long day of labor in the mud

Soap lays at the edge of a tub filled with water and lavender oils 

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Soap is kept in a closet that requires key access

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Soap is swallowed in an attempt to make a statement 

You drove me mad 

Fitted sheets are innocent

Fitted sheets cling to a crib to protect a baby from the irritation that a plastic mattress might cause

Fitted sheets are torn away from the mattress in the throws of love and passion 

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There are no fitted sheets 

We sleep on plastic that rustles with every twist and turn. 

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We Sleep on plastic that collects our tears in pools

A Radio in innocent

A radio brings music to a household 

A radio picks up signals from the music station and feeds them to teens that taste freedom in every breath. 

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A radio sits in a carefully calculated corner that picks up stations that play the same songs on a loop. The loop seems to meld with endless thoughts of how we want it to be over. 

A radio blasts static as the antenna is removed but at least the white noise surpasses the screams of children begging for something that is constantly dangled in front of their face and ripped away.

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Innocent objects will never be innocent

just as the patients will never be seen as innocent

We were brought into this world for good intention but we have been bent to others wills

We were a means to an end 

We were tools others used to hide their own pain

 Now we turn innocent objects into something to hide ours.