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by Richard S Apr 16, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
Memories crocheted of spiders silk, Until a shawl is made. Put around the shoulders for warmth. Once worn fond thoughts are forgotten. The shawls are sewn together using strings to the past, Until a quilt is made. Put upon our bed for warmth. Once covered tenderness is forgotten. The quilts are sewn together using human flesh, Until a tapestry is made. Put upon our wall for beauty's sake. They only cover the stains.