my name

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like a painting doesn't make sense when you're zoomed in

and consumed in

it

like you don't understand

warmth

when there's just half knitted wool in your hand

I didn't see

how you were woven into my story 

slowly, 

one thread at a time

you became my sweater 

you became my name, letter by letter 

-maithili

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