TatteredA Poem by Gaia Octavia
Woven with sharp
hollow bone by soft, supple hands With woolen eyes carefully placing each stitch What was once durable now lies threadbare; its edges frayed in open mutiny It is a wonder I am still here © 2018 Gaia OctaviaReviews
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