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One Way Street

May 8, 2010
By snowWillow SILVER, San Jose, California
snowWillow SILVER, San Jose, California
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The years are cinched tight with many strings,
Who gave me the silken, spinning threads?
But touch and utterly retain,
The intricate patterns tangles weave (said
I, “O, pity. There’s a dreadful knot, which strikes as bitterly profane.”)
Is all that I am left to do for,
Regret is like a vile mushroom: it thrives in private, musty corners—
Dark and secret, roots under-bound.
It’s not as if I can just let go
And watch my twisted web flutter to the ground.

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