You are the silk, I the dreamweaver,
Spinning, turning, rolling
On my head's wheels-
You became the intricate design,
Strangled and entangled me.
The required pattern orders me
To shear your conception.
But I can't and I won't
For my wheels
Will get frozen
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
You are the silk, I the dreamweaver,
Spinning, turning, rolling
On my head's wheels-
You became the intricate design,
Strangled and entangled me.
The required pattern orders me
To shear your conception.
But I can't and I won't
For my wheels
Will get frozen
For the one whose name means "Serica"
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