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thrums

and there
are those
meant
for passing-through
merely
for passing-through
gently
gentler, still.

for passing-through
my hands
holding
my hands
holding
them
loosely,
looser, still.

turning and turning and turning
every thread of
my love, my love, my love
into the warp and weft.


kfw 2021


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