The Tapestry.
The Tapestry.
“Memories.
Woven into a tapestry with silk.
Silk made out of silver.
Or is it gold? Maybe copper too.
I see red.
I feel blue.
I see him, her, them and then you.
A mystery, it will be.
For it is hurtful.
The truth to see.
Can’t change it, not my destiny.
For it is that which I want to see.
Most.”
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