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Feb 2
I see the stealth Web
that covers us,
hiding us from the eclipse

I know I'm not the only one here
We are all part of its crisscross framework

The Web is our blind mother,
it bred us sensibly...

We drunk to the last drip
that it could give
and now the breastfeeding
seems to be over

Forevermore
Nikos Kyriazis
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Nikos Kyriazis  23/M/Greece
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     Fawn, Zizaloom and ThatBrokenOne
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