Strands
A dream. A wish. A vision. Knit together with stringent precision. Intermingling fibers laced together, But nothing really seems to last forever. Limitless weight held together by a single strand, You never seemed to understand. The dream is gone, the wish wasn't granted, the vision faded. If only time could be recreated. Everything comes apart if you find the strand, All it takes is a hand.
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