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I don’t know whether I annoyed her
Disappointed or enjoyed her
Everything is so uncertain
Veiled by an emotional curtain
Everything that I do is
Held together by invisible thread
So many strands to pull together
Of the love we try to tether
But the rules are so unruly
Sometimes they treat us rather cruelly
All the same we still endeavor
Holding together by invisible thread
Things unravel
Portals shut
Spindle, rule, and scissors
Spin, measure, cut
The world is flimsy, slight, and frail
Spinning out a fairy’s tale
Existential vertigo:
The prevailing status quo
Everything is unsettled
Hanging by an invisible thread
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