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The frail string of my favorite sweater
Was torn, and began to unravel
Today.
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The soft yarn pulling away
To create a weak spot in the fabrics
A hole.
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I don't seem to notice until
There is obviously something
Missing.
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But then,
It is all too late.
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They have already gone.