Red RibbonsMature

I untangle red ribbons, it's best, I find,

The meaningless musings that muddle my mind.

I wrap them repeatedly round readied wrists

To undo the knots and iron the twists.

I lay my thoughts onto my skin

To clear the mess and see my sin.

Then tie them all into a pretty bow

So no one else shall ever know.

The End

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