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One String Undone

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There lay but one string, one peaceful red string
That has strayed far from my clothing.
I wrap the string around my small finger
And watch as it begins to lose blood flow.
I pull the string; it seems never ending.
As it twists and knots, harder I still pull.
The string has changed; it has become a ball.
The shirt from which it had come from is no more.
What was once a tangible article
Now lay lifeless on the cold and wet ground.
Tangled in a web that is too complex
To ever be undone in one lifetime.
This string has left no trace of what it was
Only a few moments ago in time.





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