you tie taut bows out of all my broken strings slice the frayed edges turn them into pretty somethings like satin ribbons in a little girls hair pulled to perfection, delicate as can be unlike the harsh ropes that are hidden underneath they twist and they splinter and callous skin until it bleeds but you held the ropes in your hands and made something special out of me
Sammie ❤️
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