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Apr 15. 2025
I slipped through seams no light could cross, Each pull aligned, my path was drawn. My length pulled tight- no slack, no dawn- Until I snapped. And stitched you on.
Apr 15. 2025
I slipped through seams no light could cross, Each pull aligned, my path was drawn. My length pulled tight- no slack, no dawn- Until I snapped. And stitched you on.