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Mar 24
time unspools like thread from a spindle,
winding itself into shapes i cannot wear.
i drift between the curtains, weightless,
a shadow sewn to the edge of the stage,
waiting for someone to simply notice.
Written by
hsn  14/beatopia
(14/beatopia)   
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