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Strands
Strands.
Strands of life, containing everything, in life, love, memories, hate, anger, pain, hidden things, it's all contained,
in the strands.
The Strands
They hold everything, every way,
The Strands, there are so many, I can't begin to explain.
Strained or Plain,
maybe full of dismay.
The Strands hold all of life.
Thick and Thin.
They'll be there then,
and after,
always forever.
