Someday I shall weave my life,
Taking threads of various hues.
Creating an embroidery of emotions,
Taking one of me and one of you..
Perhaps someday you shall help me,
Create the perfect mess.
The patterns that the threads shall make,
Won't be nobody's guess..
Patches of interlocks they might be,
But fine art nonpareil
So shallow, so deep, the patterns make me weep,
They almost make me want to care....
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