like an antique sewing machine
chugging spindles and whirligigs
stitching temporary solutions
to timeless nudity
I feel the machinations in my skull
rusted decaying filthy gears and bobbins
spinning sad point d’Alençon
to swaddle lost hope
and new disappointment
in ratted tatting
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