Built walls of porouse words Made labyrinths and steeples Which speared the atmosphere A ray of light was let in Shattered my white knuckles
I wake under the grey face of a tree Dambering in coagulated blood Prevail in a life less scenery I grasp 'round the dead wooden stem Crawl into the narrow shades
The spiders web has caught me And slowly in silk I'm entwined
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