It's like
There's a piece of thread
Circled twice about my wrist
And held
In the middle of my palm.
The desire to tug it
Is unbearable.
YOU ARE READING
「re:yours」
Short StoryI think, when I finish, I'll take a nap. Just for a little while. Companion piece to「dear」
fold : iv
It's like
There's a piece of thread
Circled twice about my wrist
And held
In the middle of my palm.
The desire to tug it
Is unbearable.
