The long hours are strings
They stretch and hold my universe together
The wind and intertwine
They knot and tangle up.
The long hours are strings
They dance in the windy night
They are the nerves along my spine
They are the connecting thoughts
The long hours are strings
They travel to and fro
They carry voices across the way
They sway and then they fray
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