Spinning Threads Out Of My Grief.
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Dr. Antony Theodore
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An unseen hand
spun threads out of my grief.
They were colourful threads.
I liked it very much.
The unseen hand
placed the colourful
threads on my breasts
and I slept peacefully.
In the depth of the night
the unseen hand pulled
the thread making me naked.
I did not feel shame.
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