Here,
alone,
I'm winding the thread.
Piece by piecing the social li(f)e
I know that evermore,
I will bear the scars.
A stain, black ink on my glossy page
anywhere i venture a linguring bad poetry
& here?
here i have a ti(m)e in my li(f)e
here, no expectation
I care no for the knotted cotton on the tounges of f(r)iends
& it's only now that i've realised
I've little thread left to wind
In a list
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very nice i love it keep up the great work... love the way you wrote this one ....

