Moirae

Spinners, you have used me for your afternoons of sporting,
Playing the flippant games of a cribbed baby and her ennui.
Implicitly stated, your message, though scary, is one I must hear.
Care for me gingerly even now, as your punishment you unfurl.
Explain to me the posh blessing of your good graces.

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