Threadbare

Alas, our tapestry is ripped; but, we’re not irreparable. Woven and inseparable, part of the cloth, we can’t be snipped.   Fashion glorifies the rend, the world marginalizes tears. Separation shreds without cares, love, though, is the cloth on the mend.   Knitting a patch is not magic. Despite feeling so abandoned; our unlovedness is […]

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