Without effort or effect
You became that which I sought
Who is this woman
Who answers to my name
In a voice of origin?
I, who have been
So sullen in her company
Have never known her
To possess, a smile
Whose hands are these?
Darkened with gathering steam
I want for naught
For eternity
For skeins of red thread
With which I might sew
A singular star into
My thread-less bones
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I am happy to say I finished cleaning! I am sad to say I had no time to write so this comes to you in a hurry
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