marsdobra
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My Mind is Made of Wool A loose thread The hand that pulls it Its quiet undoing; Unraveling in a feverish time loop My futile, frantic pleas for a circle to find its end And the way my heart falters when I'm left with a pool of yarn at my... – *by Marshall Dobra*	3 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

A loose thread
The hand that pulls it
Its quiet undoing;
Unraveling in a feverish time loop
My futile, frantic pleas for a circle to find its end
And the way my heart falters when I'm left with a pool of yarn at my...

– by Marshall Dobra

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