fiber pendants.

it seems.
our moments are wrapped
into singular.whole threads.
we weave and stitch them tight together
so they don't unravel.
we hold them closer to ourselves.
we caress them.
they wear our oils and comforts
on and in between.
and they listen.
and we look.
and we almost hear an echo
of ourselves
in their beauty
and in their mortality.

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