The walls,
on the cricket are tough,
they squeak, they bleed,
and run in green streaks
they chirp the night,
closing around the day,
in creaking, rusted fingers
Green walls, closing in,
chirping, cheeping,
these walls, they squeak,
they bleed
and the cricket, it speaks.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
The walls,
on the cricket are tough,
they squeak, they bleed,
and run in green streaks
they chirp the night,
closing around the day,
in creaking, rusted fingers
Green walls, closing in,
chirping, cheeping,
these walls, they squeak,
they bleed
and the cricket, it speaks.
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