I am Thread

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Let's imagine that...
She
is a splinter of wood.
The other-
she is glass.
I
am thread.

She
lingers in the floorboards.
She
Causes pain.

The other-
She is deceivingly transparent.

With the help of a needle
I stitch things back together.

A small amount of effort
And she is broken.
The other-
Shatters so easily.
But honey,
Pull as hard as you want...
You,
Rather, nobody
can simply break me!





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