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Knots
I am the Ouroboros of puppet string,
searching,
restlessly for new beginning,
forgetting
that I am circular, tied in frequent knots.
Fingertips
bloodied from the biting string,
weeping,
there is no fruit to reap, there is no time
to heal.
searching,
restlessly for new beginning,
forgetting
that I am circular, tied in frequent knots.
Fingertips
bloodied from the biting string,
weeping,
there is no fruit to reap, there is no time
to heal.
Published 18th Nov 2013
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