the Most Beautiful of Yarn
She was (and is) the most beautiful
Complicated thing
I’d ever seen.
A tangled mess of silky string
Of moonlight,
And all I wanted of life,
Was to sit down
Cross-legged
And untie her knots
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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