When the filaments gather the shimmering catharsis leaves blank tears in the hollow essence.

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The tanglement doesn't care who tangled it, only the fibers care when they stretch and break,

 

a hole left in some useless garment I can't wear any more.

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The skin   won't have it evermore, lost and confused.

 

Each essence of being synthesized for disorder, entropy affronts it all, order never regains sanity.

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