I keep it all in;
Let the spiders crawl
Throughout my skin,
And spin their webs
In my soul’s
Numerous holes.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
I keep it all in;
Let the spiders crawl
Throughout my skin,
And spin their webs
In my soul’s
Numerous holes.
I usually don’t go this deep when writing, but I made a short poem that has many layers.
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