Written by Emily Harstone | March 29, 2017
These hands were made for weaving!
The last of the skein, unraveled.
The last time Mamma made spaghetti
LET ME LOOSE, MY PLANS CHANGED!
Submerge, wash clean, free to flow.
Free souls never surrender to shackles!
My old girdle finally fell apart
We are all bound by life.
My hands are bound with twine!
People learn to love their chains.
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These hands were made for weaving!
The last of the skein, unraveled.
The last time Mamma made spaghetti
LET ME LOOSE, MY PLANS CHANGED!
Submerge, wash clean, free to flow.
Free souls never surrender to shackles!
My old girdle finally fell apart
We are all bound by life.
My hands are bound with twine!
People learn to love their chains.