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The Thread

The Thread

(photo by torontofotobug)

 

"A thread" she stated, then disclosed

the worried rift within the prose.

Within the fray was pulled a thread

the question now, is where it led.

 

What's in her mind and up her sleeve?

He starts to bob, and she to weave.

The gate way's breached, she pulls a stride,

a virtual moment turns the tide.

 

The die is cast, escape gone by,

A web of thread done on the fly.

A willing victim to what was done?

Do you "mind control"?, "Are you having fun?"

 

Quasimodem

 

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Uploaded on April 2, 2006
Taken on April 2, 2006