From rusted twin beds
A couple of heads
Attached to their bodies
Doing their hobbies
They sit
And they knit
Till their nails grow long
And they're no longer strong
And their hair loses color
Their skin with a pallor
Though each finger splits
And they break their sticks
With those broken needles
They are quite heedless
Of the time they waste
In their little space
As they sit
And they knit
From twin rusted beds
// Some divine inspo as I couldn't sleep last night
as you may have noticed, I don't write poetry, and I like rhyme
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Anyone gonna give a story to this?
