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There are people
who
I love to hate
that live inside my heart
They thread me
in
then knot me up
new patterns in the dark
To make my world
a
thicker braid
than those who fawn and swoon
And stitch the flame
of
tangled fire
-unwoven in my loom
(Ronald McDonald House: August, 2021)
who
I love to hate
that live inside my heart
They thread me
in
then knot me up
new patterns in the dark
To make my world
a
thicker braid
than those who fawn and swoon
And stitch the flame
of
tangled fire
-unwoven in my loom
(Ronald McDonald House: August, 2021)
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