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Red cotton thread looped into a sharp silver needle. Reliable, sturdy, practiced stitches. In. Out. In. Out. A repeated chant as the needle continues its marching dance, Its duty and its purpose. Every ***** drawing with beads of pretty, crimson blood, the thread ties together the pieces that have broken. And festered and weeped. it is a never ending rhythm of reinforcement. Keep it in, keep it together. The silver needle does its job. The red cotton thread wears fast.
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Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 3:31 AM UTC
Needle and thread.
Red cotton thread looped into a sharp silver needle. Reliable, sturdy, practiced stitches. In. Out. In. Out. A repeated chant as the needle continues its marching dance, Its duty and its purpose. Every ***** drawing with beads of pretty, crimson blood, the thread ties together the pieces that have broken. And festered and weeped. it is a never ending rhythm of reinforcement. Keep it in, keep it together. The silver needle does its job. The red cotton thread wears fast.
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Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 3:31 AM UTC
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