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Mar 2020
Crawling spiders by my bed
Will crawl upon me when I’m dead
Along my face and in my eyes
They will spin their webs to catch their flies
I pray to god I shall not wake
For better dead than spiders plate.
Written by
Rammi
  47
   Perry
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