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Loose Threads My words, they are time stole given only to the void when the moon is full and sanity lies asleep with all it's staid givings. Yet another is deployed not for a progressive leap or money and a living on another's pedestaled bull only for the lull of the loose threads in my soul. From repeated pasts they flow, tales of raging tears and ache onto papers soon crumpled, reflecting what has been thrown away for what has been left behind and the sanity's staid givings, leaving my soul torn open like pages left in unquietened stages, I leave my thoughts and go. Author's Note: Finis! |