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Jan 18
It’s time to cut the strings of you, I think.
I get tangled up and I’m tired now.
Just let me rest for a minute,
to ease my eyes and
stop my spinning mind.
But then I’ll get to cutting.
Snip.
Snip.
I can’t wait for my first breath.
Written by
Zach Thornton
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