maladroit

the maladroit fool
spinning yarn
into nooses

incapable
of weaving a heart
from silk

the threads of whimsy
seem coarse
to the uninitiated

sorrow
tinges every thing
with tar

poor maladroit fool
with his gnarled fingers
like hooks

incapable of finding
the correct pattern
to her heart

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