Sometimes my thoughts are like
A long piece of thread
Wrangled by knots.
The kind that are impossible to undo.
And then sometimes
While I’m running my fingers
Over the string,
Absent minded,
I finally find the cause
And pick them undone,
One
By one.
A long piece of thread
Wrangled by knots.
The kind that are impossible to undo.
And then sometimes
While I’m running my fingers
Over the string,
Absent minded,
I finally find the cause
And pick them undone,
One
By one.
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