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Spindles filled with tattered thread looms of rusty wood shuttle made of ochre shed the stains of finger's blood. Dusty from their constant use memories make their mark pain that comes from sore abuse I work in the dark. Time, with distance, weavings all threaded with great care. I sit the loom a'weaving the woof and warp despair. S~S
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
Time, With Distance, Weavings
Spindles filled with tattered thread looms of rusty wood shuttle made of ochre shed the stains of finger's blood. Dusty from their constant use memories make their mark pain that comes from sore abuse I work in the dark. Time, with distance, weavings all threaded with great care. I sit the loom a'weaving the woof and warp despair. S~S
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
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