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Words can be woven with a million strands.
Each strand a precious detail, each strand, contains heart.
And the hands that weave those very strands, are the ones who provide their meaning.
But what if those hands are soft and scarred?
Every gentle weave is a fragile thought, every stitch a good intention.
Those very hands weave a beautiful scarf which will keep you warm.
A scarf that will protect you, a scarf that promises everything it contains.
But what if that scarf was rough and itchy?
Despite you wearing it's harsh contents, you persist with it.
It is loose and riddled with holes,
Woven by hands which are rough and unsteady.
Every stitch a nightmare. Every stitch is an empty word.
A scarf with no soul,
Every word, woven with no meaning.
- JE Gavaran
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inspired by: a boy who i thought valued and meant what he said...and never kept his word.
