The Perfect Peel of a Stubborn Sticker

By Saywisely

1 min read Sep 21, 2024
You pick a corner, hold your breath,
And challenge a synthetic death.
You pull it slow, with steady hand,
Across this new and promised land.

No rip, no tear, no sticky trace,
Just clean and smooth, a perfect space.
A minor win, a silent cheer,
For making something disappear.

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