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Truth is, I don't know anymore.

Every string, unwinding, unweaving.
The unlikely demise of a tapestry.
The tapestry.
My tapestry.

I'd like to remind you of… well, a lot of things.
Everything.
Everyone.

And I'm sorry, but there's no theme.
No message to be had.
These are just words.
I am just words.
we are of the same substance,
a cacophony of slurred syllables
and malicious mis-spellings.
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Meggie272 Dec 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I like this a lot. :)
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thetaoofchaos Dec 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
The open ended nature of this poem works well with its scarcity of words.
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:iconaldwarke:
I like this poem very much.
Somebody recently gave me the advice about looking back on life:
'You can't undo just one thread'.
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:iconglossolalias:
your work has been featured here: [link] please go check out the other pieces & have a nice day :heart:
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OptimalDecay Dec 11, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Words carry meaning, thus meaning retains itself.
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