The Boneyard of Your Bondage

The needle has been threaded, within the fabric of which you are embedded. A glimpse into the boneyard of your bondage. Threads can easily be severed, releasing that which is treasured. Hearing lies coming from the mouths of flies. A home in which you inhabit alone. The only type of frothing a wilted mouth can provide, and the methods from which it is sewn. These are words the herds will never know.

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