Unspun poetry everything’s come unraveled but that’s hardly the point everything is done it’s done it’s done for and nothing can be done to reconcile this much damage Or maybe there is something but we’ll need the largest spindle in the world Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...