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Jan 2017
pants
it all begins and ends with thread
just when one thread unravels the
enormity of the situation depends
on exactly where
one day i
will sew up the rip
in my crotch of those blue jeans
that left me open to the public
on main street and figure
out why I kept
tugging
away at that
one
string
in the first
place
wordvango
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wordvango
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