lost spiders
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writing pain and writing devastationbefore writing loveand new construction
did I make a fool of myself now?said too muchtoo strongtoo fast
something broke,or is it ok?
from within all bubbles upthe filter can’t hold it
the floor squeaksas I ampacing back and forththinking
the moist spread extreme suffering
under the surfacefear is crawling
spiders coming from all directionsweaving weaving the web
covering my lost mind