.Whispers invoke the
artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,
blistered fingers are tending their loom.
She collects the strands to braid into life.
Logging the weft of an ageless,
woven infinity,
countless raw fibers are clawing the frame.
A woma.
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