Knot

She has to take loneliness herself
Surrounded by these lonely others .
Spinning tales is a cold loveliness
About empty smiles on frosty lips.

But would a knot make difference,
That tied cloth yellow on its hem?
Knots slip away in old togethers,
In powdery dissolution of bodies.

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