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The Warped Weft

Perhaps it was sudden A pang Some wet numbness A twinkling graininess over that last clear moment As crisp blue fades to grey Perhaps it went slowly A light Shed on the methodical blackness Of that darkest of our tightly

The Warped Weft

Perhaps it was sudden A pang Some wet numbness A twinkling graininess over that last clear moment As crisp blue fades to grey Perhaps it went slowly A light Shed on the methodical blackness Of that darkest of our tightly