at the seams, there's nothing I can do but sew myself back up.
Stitch, by stitch, by stitch
until all the cotton has fallen out of me, and vanished.
My favorite trick at the magic show is when they make her
disappear.
Seldom do I ever see anything as beautiful
as that act
of elegance;
of cleanliness;
of life.
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