Natalie Wolff, Staff Writer

There are knots 

Thousands of them gnawing at my insides

Tugging at me from every corner 

Begging to be unravelled 

They twist

And turn


But despite all that 

There is hope

It lies within

Her soft brown hair

Her innocent smile

Only she has the key 

The power

To ease these knots 

To set them free



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