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Here, the tip of my finger
Take hold the print
My whorl begins to unravel
The touch tiny thread
A spinner’s silk glint in the light
Spiraling into your palm
That I had so much feeling
I had never known
See how the tangle grows
There, the tip of your needle
What would you make of me
Now so unclothed?
