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Jun 2010
Spiders often spill into the cracks,
Leaving carcasses, still and rotting.
Life sneaks in,
Creeping up the vacant corners --

In this, the ultimate expression;
What you see is not yours
And does not wait for you.
Alex E
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Alex E
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   Mikalyn Clare
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