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Cats-cradle
 
The velvet hands of slumber
stalk
the catacombs
of the mind
at rest

Playing
with the wisps
of memory

Like a game of
cats-cradle

Each intricate move
of the string

Restrung

Changes
the outcome

By seelie

© 2016 seelie (All rights reserved)

 

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