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Strands
I see a strand
Dangling off of you.
Deer eyed, fixed
You're stuck on loop.
Nothing to save and nothing to prove,
This is the plague of life.
She's got her roots
Weaved up through your bones,
Thirsting for truth
She'll taste on her own.
Above the tide encroaching below,
This is the plague of life.
Dangling off of you.
Deer eyed, fixed
You're stuck on loop.
Nothing to save and nothing to prove,
This is the plague of life.
She's got her roots
Weaved up through your bones,
Thirsting for truth
She'll taste on her own.
Above the tide encroaching below,
This is the plague of life.
Published 7th Jan 2023
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