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Coming undone
this very night
unfolds the darkness
as the stitches of memory
unravel with time
I see you
in the loop
of mind
on the threads
of thoughts
trying to poke holes
in my existence
I feel you
ripping me apart
at the seams
my torn heart
and tattered soul
struggle to mend themselves
whole again
spools of life
dangle before me
yet these eyes can't see
past memories
any more than these hands
can tie the knot
to close the gap
nor stop the frays
of darkness
that unravel me
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Sandra Adams
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