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Feb 2016
Falling
                 though the sky like a comet;
                 racing towards inevitable
                 death
down
                 to the cold earth.
                 I try to see myself in
the
                 world we live in today.
                 But all I want to do is run fast
                 like a
rabbit
                 trying to get away from
                 predators.

                 I guess I feel I have to hide in
                 the
hole.
I don't know. Most of the time I just want to hide and think I'll be okay by myself.
The Spider
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