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Poem

SilverSpoons

Feb 25, 2016

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I'm picking through repression

I'm drumbling through the web

But dry hair is quick to tangle

And the spiders expect to be fed.

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As I swallow cotton mouthfuls

Of the sticky spindle thread674Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡurfrNpmxoQ

I vainly struggle, with a long-dulled knife

To tear my hair off from my head.

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Though my body shakes, my limbs are numb

My stilled chest heaves with exertion,

I convince myself it is my choice to succumb,

I've hallowed the desertion.

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Individual clacks of eight legs catch my ear,

From my eyes, acceptance bled,

A nebulous mind and a stuffed windpipe674Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY8SJhSjYlI

And a reality that's insists it must ebb. 674Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtSLOpwL68W

ebb,ebb, ebb

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