A person standing in front of the fabric of time. It’s unraveling.
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“The Fabric Holds”
She named what she saw
and she named it out loud.
He flinched at the truth
like a man lost in a crowd.
She called it what it was,
the glances, the games,
and he wore his denial
like moths wear their flames.
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