Akai Ito

January 17, 2020

The red string of fate

Shall be my undoing

Chasing after it

Never reaching it

And more and more

Tangled it becomes

Until finally

I’m right where I started

The red string of fate

Tied to my little finger

Vivid against

My cold

Pale

Skin

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