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Malignant Me Blindly searching for answers to yesterdays as a spider spins a web Couches we were led to, walls now for this maze The past undoes all the things I struggle to be in a dark room in my heart Stripped dry, no power to be indignant, what you made me Not wanting to do this anymore with threads of sleep spit Washed up rudderless on this vermilion shore There are so many things wishes should change guilty fault drips like venom from her fangs Hungrily devour my disease like candy and seek to rearrange A moldering doll in the hands of my persistent childhood she bides her time Staring with recriminating eyes like mine carved from should No alarm as that particular off shade of ostrich crunches bone propagating my misery See mama this is what happens to a baby left alone in the decaying rancid room I never reveal my guilty spider hatches her brood and we both know where they will find their next meal |
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