on the line ruined everything
that came after the ball of wool
caught up in a wheel
one dropped stitch
let go and everything unravels
after all the plans held close up
to the face the way a fur brushes
plush with luxury and ease aglow
not with a smile with effort flush
that down the gurgler apres deluge life
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