Finger weaver strands together
Flax and fibre with the timbre
Of steel and stones, rocks and bones
Hold the gold
Glitter, glitter
As the rain goes
Patter, pitter
On tinny roof, so aloof
To industry surrounding me
Of steel and stones, rocks and bones
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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