twice upon a thread, i'll slice it to lay waste to
those things we hold dear, and sew myself a
pretty thing worth showing the world.
with sinew, spider web, or a solemn heart,
take me Spindel, my hate and my curse,
and surround me with your dressings
of nothing but our worries
they'll keep me warm when nothing else will.
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