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Taken away
Your false
Red thread
Securing
The selvage
Leaves
Anguished
A hole
Unraveling
Gossamer love
Transient
Romantic tapestry
Evolving
Becoming spaces
As of lace or
Open lips
Weaving no words
Lies and illusion
Kisses tangling yarns
A mesh of vague
Patterns veiled
Ephemeral as beauty
Insubstantial as breath
Slipping voiceless
We are twined shadows
Whispering soundless
Promises dreamless
Truth filtered
Through time passing
A formless tapestry
Warp and weft
Liaison woven
Threads
Small tendrils
Drift
Blown away
My callused fingers
Drop the shuttle
Mansit veritas solus
My loom now is empty
There is nothing
With which to work
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Bear … 03.25.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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bearspawprint 
Having dropped the shuttle you weave now with the thread of words…and do it well.
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Thank you 😉
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sometimes that emptiness makes us pick up some thing fantastic to spin.
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spinning a yarn = telling a story
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Love this Bear I am always dropping the thread red or not ! xxx
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Thanks, Willow XX
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