You spin it so effortlessly.
The delicate silk that spells out all your sins.
How did you weave this so quickly?
Honestly my love,
It was your biggest masterpiece yet.
I'm glad I was your muse.
Was I easy to spin?
Was I easy to bait?
It seems like you've thought of every string
of silk I'd touch to get trapped in.
YOU ARE READING
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Short Storycollection of drafts and short stories, or thoughts i was too afraid to speak
