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Love as a Ball of Yarn
By Teagan Frances
I think I understood love,
Before I had ever felt it.
When I could visualize a feeling,
Make it tangible
Like a ball of yarn
I had only heard tales
Of how long and tangled
It could be
But I had never known
My limbs wrapped
Within a thin wooly mess;
No idea of beginning or end.
No exit sign
Each of my arteries
Cinched by a cool blue thread
My life could stop
With the pull of a string
And there you sit,
Knitting.
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