When I was young, I once found
a loose thread
on a brand new sweater.
Not knowing what it did, I pulled on it,
and I kept on pulling,
and pulling,
until I found out.
Every time your fingers dance on my skin, kindling
every fiber of my body into a wildfire,
I think about that loose thread and what it did.
I think about how that beautiful sweater
slowly shrivelled into nothing,
a pile of messy yarn.
SW Altair 
And now we have pulled it again with you. Did I mention I love the messy yarn pile it has left behind in your words?
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Oh, thank you!
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Beautiful imagery! I loved the analogy and the way you have woven the words to mean much more than they do.
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Thank you! It’s one of my favorite pieces. =
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Succinct, and ever so (bitter) sweet, enjoyed it!
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Thank you so much for reading it! ❤
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